When silence descends
only a thin line of events
lighting up emptiness -
my mind switches back
to the wavelength behind
the physical world
The atmosphere becomes
overpowering as the world
shrinks to one shiny point-
when I put the book down
nothing is left, only black-
ness covering everything
I like the experience of the
third stream, background
consciousness - enduring
when the senses, the first
defence against the inner
world, are gone
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