Caress the curvature,
and catacombs of your cranium.
As you sit back
and contemplate the complexities
of your mind.

Drift into a state of relaxation,
amongst the ebbing tides of a soft creation.
Below furrowed brows,
made famous by frustration,
into the depths of foggy thought,
I found my naval base.

An island,
transmitting infinite miscommunications.
Rhetorical bio-essence bounces off the constellations.
An angelic reverberation.

My mind begins to melt
Seeping into walls
Formed by divine hallucination

Exhausted by sheer elation.
Transfixed in a state of utter meditation