A flicker in tone from a near silent hum,
The change of its source hardly noticed by some,
You find yourself with it wherever you are,
It stays just as close as you travel so far,
Through radiant tunnels of brilliant white,
Across translucent fields of inspiriting light,
Then weightless and breathless in darkness you fall,
\'Til bright blazing images beckon and call,
The specters stand dormant when things become still,
The landscape drawn up by a phantasmal quill,
A vista complete, no horizon in sight,
Though elsewhere you rest, now you truly take flight