In the drafty basement

It calls to me.

My heart harmonizes with the faint beat

Of a throbbing drum,

And my spine shudders to the flapping of wings.

It’s coming.

Creeping up, It attacks

And plunges into a battle for the mind.

Clawing at the celestial veil that divides

The animal and me.

It splits.

Flashes of yellow blue and purple fade

To a dark constricting black.

The music comes to an unexpected stop,

And I wake from my daydream

To find myself no longer lounging in my basement

To now cradled by the gentle arms of the ocean

Slowly dragging me to the bottom.