abyssia

the lids are heavy but the brain races. the mind is racing the brain. wonder who will win. the brain is good with the quick, linear dash, whereas the mind can bend the space it knows is only time and not even that - it's gonna be close. i wonder where they're going. where is the end of this dizzying parade of thought, image, sound...? when they get there, will i still be here? will i be there? will i be? perhaps i'll become the thoughts, the images, the sounds and the body will simply melt away. i do dream of freedom. as much as i enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, i yearn to be free of it. free of this form. free from the laws and conventions of man. free as i once was. free as i've not been in aeons.