The Tip

It is only visible at the last second

before the sun completely

disappears below the horizon,

a tip of glow that appears briefly in the mind

as a key to the door

between realty and fantasy,

for our imagination is really

another dimension

painted in our minds so to make it seem

that it is only imagination.

 

One exhale of will and fear

sucks the conscious through the opening

where anything is possible

there is no time or limitations,

the entire universe can be touched,

every age is approachable,

each thought ever invented

can be heard and felt.

 

And any form of life in the galaxies

is easily summoned into that chasm,

you can inhale life’s secrets,

delve deeply into what resides in miniscule realms

or move by a single wish

into the recesses of any creature’s head.

 

The only risk is being trapped in another’s body.

some alien being or mortal from future or past,

for both zones of ages co-exist in this domain.

 

Within its layers are the citadels of wisdom

from every source in the cosmos,

they are visited in abstract forms

because they cast a light of symbolism.

 

How it will soak in the brain,

collect as vivid powerful insight,

only problem is whether one can survive

when returning before dawn

because sometimes knowing everything

makes you go insane from all the myths,

which you thought were true.