Falling through the darkness. Eyes open, pulse pounding.

Such a wonderful feeling, On the cusp on understanding… Imagination leaping, bounding.

Breathing thoughts of chaos, my id stirs like a great sleeping beast.

My subconscious lies at my feet, a dark pool of disjointed thoughts and dreams, hungry for the feast.

Deep within the pool brilliant colors swirl and mingle,

Dancing with my thoughts and dreams, are shapes of ideas that make my spine go tingle.

Great currents mix and tumble,

Fantasy and reality all in a jumble

It’s great velvety depths contain all that I have ever known,

With a bit of this and a pinch of that, new concepts form, from the miracle of chaos…Ideas are grown.

Falling through the darkness… eyes open, pulse pounding…

Falling through the darkness… imagination leaping, bounding

-by Stephen Pollard