Frequently Strange Chronicle Part 17

Floating effervescence burns in the chest. Burns like a white light penetrating into the soul. Bars of white light rotating around the heart, turn. Close to purity, strength remains in the shadows. The more you draw in, the more you can't shake it. The lean, drawn-out expanding, and thinning energy body. Mind mixes it up maximizing attempts to draw in new sounds. Jump and duck, twist and dodge, wake up and be close to the pure wave again. Balance begins to rotate in ways you must try to know.

Guarding those who do not even attempt to know where they are. Eyes closed, intentions interrogated, to no avail and they repeat the rounds remaining reminiscent of fading indications. Regurgating ravenous views vehemently, the passed out mind morosely went about it's dreaming. The passing awareness still out of reach and desperately trying to know it's grasp.

Pound the ground with my frozen lungs, up above hung all the ways of knowing fear. Counted and measured out every plan crossed out, still no doubt of the way through empty space. No doubt it's empty, create from the purified vantage point. Insignificant everything almost overwhelms all but the most dug under trains of thought. Tantalizing terrible twists causes collapse of the expanding possibility.