I'm stuck here...in this place. This ship is sinking into the diamond studded black velvet; it's so incredibly deep. Beyond my comprehension, so it seems. They throw me ropes of salvation but the chords are midnight and blend perfectly with the devouring nothingness of space. I can't see the chords and I miss them with my grasping hands. There is a black liquid pouring into the hull but it refuses to shimmer because it cannot reflect light. I try to detect its shape against the starlight that bleeds through the cracks but it is worthless. Its presence is only known from the perfect void that it is composed of. We can feel it lapping at the edges like surging black water on the sea cliffs at the darkest hours of time. They left with their midnight ropes to save themselves. Better they survive. I'll refuse salvage and attempt to escape from the very bottom of the great depths. They'll find me years from now struck mad by the endless solitude offered by the absence of matter. And they will be quite surprised. Unrecognizable. The black enters through the mouth and nostrils, and at first it is sweet on the tongue and has a pleasant aroma, and then it disintigrates the stomach and collapses the lungs. To survive is to hold.
Is it possible to transcend this very prison that is our mind? Some think it is not. After all, human conscious existence is based on the stream of consciousness from the mind (or is it) and to cut away from the mind is to cut away from existence. What does this place look like unfiltered through our senses and intellect?
I've been having these incredible dreams lately. One after the other, and almost as vivid as conscious experience itself. Recurring every three months or so. One of them has me diving in an arctic ocean. Underneath the surface, the water is crystal clear with a deep dark purple hue. Ghostly light glows all around me and this arctic water is in fact warm. Giant colorful fish glide as far as the eye can see. It is incredibly peaceful and breathtaking, and terrifying at the same time, as I wonder what predators wait below the darkness under me. And I hover.
It's when it starts to blur together that the confusion arises.
And the ground is just below me, and I stretch my toes to meet it, but it is not there.
-The Piece
