Descend Deeper

Why? The sound keeps echoing
across my mind in an infinite circle.
Thousands of voices call out my name,
their deafening whispers driving out
the last fragment of life.

Reality? The blur of countless faces
merging in the din enacts
an awareness within myself.
Pounding, flashing; sights and sounds join,
the boundaries now dissolved.

Truth? Solidity becomes an illusion.
Illusion becomes concrete.
Truth is a subjective phenomenon -
At last, I can see just how true
that statement really is.

Control? Blankly, I begin to stare
at a tiny white spot along the far wall.
The lights and music dim in conjunction,
dissipating until I am all that remains here;
myself . . . and the spot on the wall.

Peace? Alone. Free.