Event Horizon

Lying on my
back, in a
windowless van,
dissolving

'Shrooms kicking
in, reality takes on a
fractal character

Time
bubbles,
all moments discrete,
perfect and
coexistent

If will were will still, a
moment's
concentration would
take me anywhen.
Past.
Future.

Present tense then begins
to reassert it's
numbing grip;
I'm no longer in the realm
of infinity
but

Lying on my
back, back in a
windowless van contending
with personal and reality
integration but

I know now that I am not
a singularity, a single entity.
Instead, I'm a
universe unto myself

I suspect it's everyone's
condition but few
are those who've
burned their
eyes and minds with
this particular
truth.