Lying in the dark, images flood my mind.
Some of life, some of death.
Images in progression, with no control.
They sweep through; each taking, each leaving.

Pictures of friends – some gone, some loved.
Others thought of, dreamed of, figments.
Some loved – living.
Some gone, remembered, dead.
I shed a silent tear.

Tints of yellow rise up and dance.
Leaping and singing.
Shades of blue – monstrous, overwhelming.
Yellow becomes green becomes blue.
Colours in progression, smothering, smothered.

Patterns of brown and black
Expand and grow, twist and contort
Becoming another.
Black lines between brown boxes swell
Filling my field of view, though my eyes are closed.
The boxes become tears, smaller and smaller.

Perceptions alternately sharpen and dim.
All images pass into
An infinitely distant geometric point
Surrounded by nothing, yet perfectly clear.
Images consist wholly of detail, with no structure.
Then edges lose their definition, images retreat.
The point fades to nothing. I sleep.