Time Tunnel

Looking into the tunnel There the horror of ones birth The beauty seen of ones death My reaching fingers A soft acrid smell of electric ozone Wild pulsating mysterious images indistinct a soft focus Powerful bass sounds so low The vibrating thick air giving portent of such power Crackling a screaming high frequency at limits of hearing Iridescent light neither hot nor cold Weightlessness felt a resonance with ones mass A feeling of being tempered between gods finger and thumb