A Concious Passing

Walls enclose me, I am no more
The mind of a genius gives
Selfishly, as a qualifier
And the color fades from the world
Washed away because of the Ego unfurled

The world is raw, scathed, and bright white
Curves transform before eyes wide
Fear translates
Curves become lines and diveristy is no more
And here I am

It seems like a dream but I don't dream in rooms
The air is heavy and darkness looms
But the white consumes
And here I resume
Existence
Completely. Utterly. Silently. Deafeningly. Alone.

The doors, yes, I've seen them before
But not in this room
I've walked through them all and yet
I'm so afraid to do so now, so afraid

It's almost like a dream and everything is
backwards and nothing makes sense but it makes sense
that my mind wanders in such a way and thoughts
continue unabridged and endlessly and they can't stop
they won't stop they will stop but they start again and
the doors are opening and my isolation is open to the world and with
the fear crying through the doors and these white
walls of my life crashing down I find I am

Asleep