I see through
a geometric looking
glass of spinning
flora, triangles alike.
A door frame, portal
beyond, resovoir of
fleeting shape shifters.
I am left to reflect,
introspect. A vibrating
wall of violent hues,
and the form of evil.
Fear nonexistent, mind
fluctuating, warp.
Constant falling, not
to death. Rather into
being. Realm of mentalitly,
sever me whole.
