Dream work

being of sound mind and body 
I must write of the days when I was slightly stoned 
when I would disappear into the shadows 
with headphones 
Dark side of the Moon 
or I Robot 
taking me on journeys 
only I could take 
my room the isolation tank 
altered states 
my mind the well that echoed within 
sitar vibrations of an unspoken thought 
dreams the night before realized in a wave 
of painted sound 
when the consciousness of awake 
and the boundless landscape of sleep 
fused with the lost cord 
one was as close as one could be with God 
on this plane