I am not tired yet my eyes close,
and my sight begins to soar.
Looking down upon myself I rise:
higher, higher, higher.
Earth becomes a speck,
as does our sun and her children.
The entirety of our cosmos,
reduced to a single light.
One universe of many,
with trails of light linking them,
a giant shining web.
Untold numbers of nodes,
becoming single points of light.
The web grows more intricate,
it seems ever growing.
Out, out, out I fly:
inside a mote upon a length of plank.
