Inverted Prism of Consciousness

Brush with Horizons Scientists daydream of higher dimensions Some find these visions exceedingly bright I fall for something not half as pretentious Thrill of untethered, free, blind flight I crave not snowstorm bursting from cloud Nor dread thick fog that sneaks up on the sly But flight over water where stars on the ground Brightly reflect limpid stars of the sky Thin razor blade of far, murky...