This feel of a coma

Is a nightly occurrence of my mind swept open

I resurface to deliver seeds

Pass through many portals exiting out of dreams

A subconscious recall is what I reach

Consciously aware of the One in me

I just witnessed the most beautiful provision

It was timeless, sliced firm, an echoed incision

Nothing I had ever screened in life

This was infinite, wisdom uncontested by might

I live to please the One who feeds

Me higher nourishment for my soul to breed

Whichever realm my formless entity appears

Know that I’ll be writing with paper and an ear