Felt thin line, in between
All things,
Endless depth beneath a hair’s
Width,
A whole universe in a molecule,
Structures defined, less than
Paper thin,
As above, so below, delving
Deep within,
Colors unrecognized, ripping the
Membrane to synchronize,
Felt, still, seeing beneath,
Multitudes in harmonious resonance,
A symphony beyond imagining,
No words, no conceptions, just falling
Into the depths of less than a hair’s
Width,
No mechanical coherence, just endless
Humming in the symphony of
Existence...
-End-
(C) D.C. Chapman
