Seizing Meditation (Not a Poet)

Close your eyes.
Get used to the dark.
Focus on it. Slam those suckers shut,
let the light in. See them?
The dots—focus on them.
A few, more, a lot,
they’ll fill your whole world soon.
Keep watching, the shows not over.
Moving pops of white. Bits of infrared
poking through the dark,
the white, they’re moving, just be patient.
There. There! See that? They’re bunching up.
Phosphene waves, geometric shapes,
do you even see the darkness anymore?
The light?
Where are you?
Are you alone?
Keep focusing.

No drugs necessary.

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Author: antbrov

Fiction | Magical Realism | Introspective Write > Edit > Hate > Learn > Write...

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