Slow rise like freshly mixed kneaded bread ~
An old culture used today instead.
The baker though myself, unfamiliar to me ~
Not sure where he came from, another planet possibly.
An unusual sensation, different kind of relation ~
I'm not sure but could just be ~
Interiorized in my body, difficult to see.
Physical eyes for viewing, odd other feelings too.
Aches and pains, what a drain, this being a body, is quite insane.
Yeah okay, kinda fun, I remember this somewhat now ~
Find its rhythm, adjust this vision, just simply allow.
Wait a minute, this isn't infinite, get back to my usual flow ~
Out of body, a better party, Back to games I go.
Ah relief, exteriorized, big again, through third eye.
Multi-verse, not immersed, with wings where I can fly ~
Above the surface, so much surplus, stretch and be the wind.
Dive to the sea, world watery, be a whale, a tail and fin ~
Or my human body proximity, useful tool ~
and responsibly wear a grin.