I drift but a barrier separates me from
Unconscious percolation
My snapshot of my chamber is altered
Skewed, rearranged, differed and changed in my brain
Add contour, remove shadow
Stretch and distort objects remaining at rest
Levitate or make vanish, flood the dull with color
I have the power to paint the world to my liking
As I lie motionless, I interpret this
The light fixtures suffer simultaneous seizures
Shaking, quaking, tremors through time and space
The room has a distinct vibration
I am a plucked string, a struck chord
Sending my message to the walls and receiving their echo
The darkness around me fills with brilliant light waves
I am amazed by their purity, white and dazzling
First docile dots, then elongated tubes
Indicating motion
The vessels acquire a spectrum
My field of view is well decorated with ornate luminescence
These happenings perplex me but the wonder wears off
My still frame is a play thing
My version of existence