I rush through the landscape of my mind
Constantly shifting, changing, like a spectrum analyser in at least three dimensions
Black, with a rainbow of landscape, I can see through it, it is a surface solid
I close my eyes, and talk with myself, yet it is not myself, but someone else
It is not complete contradiction, I resonate with this person, but are they me?
I am me, but perhaps they are also me. All goes black now, and I see them. Someone is standing in front of me, I can not see them!
I talk to them, dream with them, explore my mind, feel out its corners, fly over the oscilloscope landscape, except now it does not move
White, as I type this in notepad, back to reality, tonight I will try to dream