How to describe with words,
a place beyond words?
Recently I traveled
through immense cylindrical cords
of pure nrg,
liquid metal turnstiles
stretching infinitely
above and below me.
They ushered me through,
bending and twisting
to allow passage,
yet also moving
within themselves,
rotating inward and outward
simultaneously.
Beings of pure expression
that shone gold, platinum,
copper and silver,
yet none of those colors.
There are no thoughts,
there is only information
throbbing through me,
slippery things
that can't be spoke.
Nearby my friend is lit from above,
the top of his head gone,
a cascade of buzzing nrg
throbbing through.
This is it,
he is being downloaded.
A horizon
stretches infinitely,
from the line
where his skullcap
is gone.
His mind is empty
of thoughts,
completely clear,
and yet he can speak
and he is soberer
than he has ever been.
He can see.
Beyond the mind
play-dough,
and the oddities
that guard the gate,
there is something
that can only be felt.
And we must translate
with rudimentary tools,
and bear the burden
of its heavy load,
this thing
that we can only
talk around.
