Transcending

In silence, as nausea passes as I crawl into a corner shaking head violent visions of somewhere or something. Flashing nano fire of my spine flaying hot the essence of thought a razor in my skull! Crimson! The image turns, bleeds As it is drawn in thought and through my broken fingers. It pools in the dying crimson embers a hot white liquid light eagerly cooling in the oncoming night… As nausea passes, twilight creatures' feeds, recedes, fading… There are days that wink out like stars at dawn! Neuron fire sparks expire snaps in the spine in fine crimson wire wrapped tight around my imagery bleeding down burning out… Into pools of amber symmetry I wash my Nightmares clean Something coming from afar cooling the soft hues, azures nausea passes into the silence… A life that conquers all! I feel….something Transcending. Crimson!