Myriads of a Labyrinthine Immensity

 The mind's like a beehive,
Niagara Falls are thrumin',
waves are overflowin' in bleeding colorful impressions,
thousands of lines are crossed in the dimensional expansion
of a formless directionlessness.

Strands of infinity seep into the black,
the silvery glitter of tangled threads, 
stompy impulses, light flashovers...
clouds are whizzin' by in the wavy sky of van Gogh's psychedelia,
time's merged into a single immeasurable mo.

A boundless flow, traces vanished
in myriads of links;
paths from nowhere to nowhere, a broken circle in glass shards,
shots in whichever directions, a blasting energy, focus in distraction;
once here, once there – once everywhere, yet nowhere.

A shoreless stream of consciousness that's sweepin' me along
and so makin' me lost in it,
lost to myself, lost to the world,
drowned in the depths of my soul, on the brink of jumping off a cliff,
all's passing by me in the bottomlessness of my inner deep.

I'm in there, thus not here;
I'm inside, thus not outside...
in one moment I'm 
h.e.r.e, you see me,
but then I drift away into myself.

Myriads of a Labyrinthine Immensity © Ladanseuse
English translation of Myriády labyrintní nesmírnosti dated 31. 10. 2025, 
both published on 24. 11. 2024