That Subtle World [poem]

That Subtle World 

Can I tell you
a secret?
I'm confessing more for me than for you.
I need words to make
light out of the
shadows of my
experience.

Okay? Okay.

Sometimes,
when my eyes collapse with longing for sleep,
my esoteric eyes awaken unexpectedly,
to a subtle world
just behind this one.

In that place,

everything feels lighter than snowflakes.

Especially me.

I effortlessly 

phase through walls 

I joyfully 

fly like a phantasmic bird

and stumble upon

red ravines in the sky.

A rotund, eyeless creature 

covered in itches

crawls on its belly.
An ethereal piercing noise, 
carries me across
possible destinies
and returns me to reality. 

It has to be symbolic.

To elucidate it would be

a revelation.

Please,

don't tell me it's only confusing.

it's got to mean

something.

You may never notice you were in
that world
until you come back to
this one.

The translucent body I just had,
will give way to the familiar one,
with all its throbbings and pulsations
and, well,
the things that flesh is heir to.

Every time I come back,
I wish:
I could stay in that world
forever.

I'm becoming a day dreamer and a night contemplater,
I'm becoming a morning zombie and a night mystic,
a part-time philosopher, part-time poet, part-time monk,
and full-time spacey-outey weirdo.
I kinda like it.
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