Doors shut, beyond me appears
Plasma like, pulsing, and smeared with onyx
Uninhibited like an infant butterfly my essence skipped
Undauntedly approaching an presence within the internal expanse
I emerge to grasp glee for then a violent beam strucks me
Doors bursts open, to find myself lying turbulent.
Glistening in ocean's rays
Luminous leafs bathe against the roar
For I am lower than the sun
Far from any shore
rocking chair your tipping
and still tipping!