Pixie (astral travel)

Ah--but what is this!
This unfamiliar sound,
Coming down from the sky,
Reflecting the fears I told dear
In my cranium.
So tight--
My chest feels so tight.
Ah--but what is this!
Feeling the grains of sounds
Of waves beneath me,
What is touching my feet?
Oh--What have we here?
My thoughts burning in a circle of flames,
Overflowing, OVERBEARING!
Ah--but I must rebuild the weir!
I breathe deep and release a sigh,
Catching a glimpse before I trip,
My eyes roll backward to look within.
My brain reveals to me no answers, but
Questions that I seek.
My brain will shut down, but only for a moment.
 
What is she doing?
Where is she going?
Ah--but she ventures to seek
Reality...
But she will never find it--
She shall try forward--
Backward--
Within--
Without--
Forever tormented...
By segments of sounds and vibrations....
One single sound
One vibration
After another.... and another.
Communicating, bonding, plotting!
 
I smile--
I waver--
I stay standing still,
But moving little by little.
I am affected by time.
I am affected by the empty,
White space--
Ohh--this canvas of despair!
Caught in the web of oscillations,
Are they my own doing?
Or made by my subconscious?
They...or me...
Blurred lines are all I see.
 
She laughs--
My inner child--
To the cries I cry--
To the twisted smiles--
When I shall not laugh.
She laughs--
My inner child--
To the trips my soul takes--
Without a doubt--
Not a single light of knowledge--
That I am sleeping!
 
My solid empty shell of  
Human skin and bones,
Lay still in my bed.
My soul--my shadow of
Translucent veins--
Explores in small,
Liquid steps across
The planes of the cosmos.
Level by level,
Step by step.
 
I feel of pixie dust--
Quiet, sparks of light,
Sparkling amongst complete
Blackness--
Emptiness.
I know I am dreaming,
But, my feet,
Cold as a cadaver,
Keep moving at their own pace.
 
Stop--I beg!
I plead.
I wail.....
My voice echoes bright of the past,
Grabbing my hands, and looking into my eyes,
Blinding truths repeat:
 
What have I done?
Where do I go?
I venture to seek my own reality....
 
But I shall never find it--
I shall try forward--
Backward--
Within--
Without--
But I...Oh--
But I am:
 
Forever tormented...
By segments of sounds and vibrations....
One single sound
One vibration
After another.... and another.
Communicating, bonding, plotting...
Forever making me sleep...