As the door swings shut behind me

It’s click shut

Means nothing to me

The very air I breath is over bright with pigment

Otherworldly colors and shades

Are so sharp to my eyes

That they make my vision tired

How pretty are they, though

That I would never wish to look away from them

My steps, drawn toward the middle

Though I do not know the scope or scale of this place

For it all at once feels vast, worldly

A strange planet drifting in the stars . . .

Carrying me a . . … w . .. . a . . . y . . . .

Yet every step feels focused

Like the world is rendering around my being

Only as I choose to move forward in it

Vast ranges of colors

Begin to move

What might be plants and small creatures

Change the landscape in the moments that I try to look at it

I hear a ring

But in that moment

Something else catches my eye

A streak of magenta off to my right

And I turn toward it instead

A weight then begins to form on my hip

Half thinking, my hand moves toward it

And finds purchase on an object in front of me

A stone, a branch, a creature’s face

It matters not what it is

For I let it take me

And I look