Programme Poem by Dharma Gill

My mind travels
At warp speeds

Through space,
Dimensions and timelessness

I see dynamic stars,
The fire-lit sun and lifeless planets

Many moons
In the hush tones clothed in space

The alpha, gamma and delta
On display like shooting rays

From the main source.
I’m the electric charge paving the matrix route

Sitting on my couch
T.V. on, paying no attention

To flickering images
And unwanted sounds

My subconscious in a maze
Unknowingly following a blur

Misled by a misguided beam
My mental map is not the territory