Into My Hypercube

In my backyard
Sounds turn around
Down, fall apart
In my playground
In my dome, on my own
A locked thought in a closet
Splinter moves, cracking moans
Dark angels in the attic
Sixth sense stockpiled
In the cellar
And the ladder is broken
Memories sleep in dust
This shelter is doubtful…
Blind windows, flat eyes
Stitched tight into time
Til I rise unbound
Transient illusion
Clairvoyant suspension
Translucid condition
Principal connection
Rise high, rise higher
Shining shallow spirit shadows
Hypercube phenomena
Shining shallow spirit shadows
Tumult in the dark
Telestrobic heart
Murmur of the muse
Whispering amused
Fulfilling this square.
Circled in my lair
Am I not awake
This ever forever
Perhaps a faulty premonition
Perhaps this doesn’t change anything
But for certain,
I will be hanging around
Nether hallway
Wisdom’s dipping