I open my eyes
to that bluish tint of other worldliness
in Elysian fields
I awake and wander
walking thru tall grass
and it thru me
where would i go
why would i want to go
going seems irrelevant

in being all going is subsumed
hither, thither
to and fro
spinning about
a pawn of fear and doubt

gathering the grain of tall grass
light diffuse, light bright
penetrates
to the core
holy prism
truth's open door