Picture a scene, chaos
seeps from rampant dreams
the wizardry of the madness
blends seamlessly with my totality
Shadows lose their form beneath
the instant illumination of a thunders
clash lightening whiplash
Clouds clump together forming
ominous symbolism, midday
sky grows dark as pitch the
howling wind sounds like a witch
Lost within the vastness
of my mind I am the
darkness that it finds
I inch forward as if blind
the night is angry and unkind
sensing my presence as I
wander through her
my third eye drags me deep
dwelling within the epicenter
of my totality,
this altered reality