Intervening Coma Celebration

I turn my face and
Look under the surface
Reflected and sluiced
As a sensemachine

My eyes become grey

Falling and falling while
My subconscious feeds
My intelligence
Intervening coma celebration

Close down the vast doors
I am a prisoner
In the kinkiest taboo

The effect of
My sombre meditation
Pulls me down
To the interface
Of all delusions