Celestial Progression

I sit here branching out with my mind grasping at stars and pulling them close. This warmth spinning out of control, it is these stars I grasp changing the seasons of my existence. I must let go, release these bright ever flowing beings into a sort of celestial progression. An all encompassing feeling of comfort, and then there was darkness. No light for this unforgiving stone trail. As I grasp for this once familiar sky a vapor ensues, clouding all vision. Before was magnificence so large, now a cloud of irreverence and torpid guilt. Frightful and unaware of the surroundings I clench to my chest, trying to remember what completeness these beings once gave. Calmness overrules my instinct to flee. Was this my intention? To reach out so far and take down what leads? Only to leave behind a frozen wave of incompatibility encasing all that I hold dear into just one of these floating beings. Crushing all senses with its all true beauty it can only lead in one direction. As my breath starts to shallow I can feel it lift towards the sun and pull down to the earth. Two extremes forcing either away as if these beings needing one another for existence were truly polar opposites knowing each other all too well. I can feel it leaving, rushing out of my hands, feet and skull. It is like a phantom fire pouring ever so gently creating a warm and inviting feeling into my conscious mind. Laying motionless still trying to grasp my “celestial progression” I open my eyes to realize that I am blinded. Everything being sensed was auditory and created something so real and almost dangerous. A simple arrangement of sounds had altered my perception of reality. Knowing well at the beginning of all of this that I was conducting an experiment on myself, should I have seen this coming? A temporary altered state of enlightenment created by audible synchronicities. As I expel my last breath my eyes open, returning back from such a place is not an easy task.