A wave of violet, aware and unbounded
enfolds itself in dark blankets
My head drawn oblong into the void
and the tunneling neverend.
Black hunters envelop center and core
in hypnotic cycles and purple and darkness.
My eyes doze,
stitched shut with cords of panic.
Sweat and tears and a vice grip.
Conclusions of terror.
And I a center of coal, cold and hard
looking out from the last eye
allseeing, the remnant of thought,
upon heaving visions of regal blackness
Gem of amethyst, wing of onyx.
Cloud of purple, black tiger.
Violet tide, night of death.
Mist of lilac, end of all.