About In the mind are fields of poppies
When I enter, I breathe opium
That carries me into a world
That lies between the moments
Here time is slowed and the light
Is frayed to pure strands of color.
I cast my hands over my eyes
For the colors burn like fire.
Here photons spread their bright wings
These micro-butterflies of the spectrum,
And fly like fireflies flashing
Through forest of burning light.