Lucid
Time
Stops still
Petrifying, arms
Drifting lifeless, face
Closed in concord, quiescent;
Eyes seeing and unseeing
Blue, blue whirls
Of tranquil, sailing under the
Lazy waves of
Never ending space that pops
With the popping bubbles
Flying away
Like fantasies, and nothing
Reigns, with the cool
Warmth of the
Miracle liquid of life draping
The skin like silken velvet-
Now composing flawlessly
The harmonious
Notes of the silent music-
Peace.