line my memory

I open my eyes slowly, it takes me a while to remember where I am, where I have been and what I have been doing. I recognize the ceiling and the windows of my room, I know them, and this is my room. I can recall a bright intense light and fragments are returning like remembering a dream. My head is a little groggy but I feel fantastic, I am lying on my bed and I turn over onto my side. On the coffee table are cups, teaspoons, sugar, ashtray and a baggie of left-over mushrooms. I congratulate myself on the safe return and the comfort of my reality. I smile on the inside at my new found insights; the glimpses of the infinate that line my memory like silk.

A year on the Broad Red Avenue (2003)