I went on a journey to the moon and back,
Along a road that travelled my dream consciousness.
We parachuted like veterans, then puked like pussies.
Couldn’t hold it down and things started spinning round.
Like those drunk spins, but lazier, slower.
I watched the floor slide and grow along an ever changing axis.
This world vibrated, pulsed.
The memory of every image chased itself in little pixels before my eyes.

I recall the tactile beauty, the connectivity, the boundlessness.
We were a collective feeling
I could hear a heart beating
That wasn’t mine or was a part of mine.
Or was dropped down from the heavens.
We were born again into new skin,
Soft, sensual, moving and melting.
I saw the memories of things I had never experienced,
Growing and closing on an immeasurable stage.
Mountain water, fresh from the stream of consciousness, the tap, the well.
We weren’t hungry, but we ate for fun.
I closed my eyes to escape, but I could not — did not
Want to.

I awoke two days later
To a world I had already forgotten.