Prologue:
Sometimes;
thoughts blend softly, become timeless.
Life- one frame at a time,
a languid sea of sensuality.
Sometimes;
i lose my thinking self.
I becomes
thought that's free;
most times for just the briefest
span of time. But rare yet real the span;
that breaks new ground
and grows to be
a time that eats ambiguity
and sets Truth upon the witness chair
to take the test of what must be;
of how much we are aware.
