I Dreamed For Twelve Hours

Light spectrum dry, the rainbows need wet
Word-play is clever but significance is mysterious
Understanding all, as the answers get vague
Morphing details as the record is scratched

Staring down, static glides without motion
My textures and colors have found their soul!
Only in my darkness does give this presence a light
Effortlessly grasping my environment, belittling my words

From sentences like a point, to a language-less universe
Poking humor at my sights, I see Illusions at my ears
Light-speed is my conscious train off the tracks
Racing to euphoria after a short period time lacks

Abstract and concrete spinning the same cycle
Proposing a relativity that I can trust
My perspective of an all-rounded fascination
See straight; watch my thoughts fill the air

As I have made my last discovery
I have found peace in a level of metaphor
With landing, I see details and separation
So I question the ground

Of no manifestation