The elvin one passed thru, her light, three yards
sprawling in all directions across the space
- up and around- silver + blue
penetrating the counsiousness
sensations and feelings pooring out
openly into me

Of what?

Fear, introspection,
desire to be one yet not one
always present
the sickness tearing in the stomach
like bitter, bitter betrayal
tasting like pain in the mouth
sour like laudanum and
sleepy like that poison
I would anyway drink