Farewell Smash, Beautiful Mystic

I'm running through the book...pages sticking to my feet and tearing away,

   accumulating into frayed columns that push me higher into the clouds.

The world falls away and perhaps was merely dreamed.

In my awoken loneliness, the wind brushes my ears

   and whispers blushed messages that bleach my memory

   and usher the profound knowing of the senseless and inarticulate.

With the word 'light', I perceive my final sight and bid farewell to my eyes,

   bursting like soap bubbles.

Abandoned by sight I find I have already forgotten its once rich platter

   of structures and tones, such tapestries contained within the unity

   as it drifts dreaming through the void forever.