Rubbing my eyes

I enter into

This outer space

An oxymoron

To go into

What leads out

Like the small door

In the Wonka factory

Or the key

To Wonderland

I chase after

With eyes for legs

Abstract patterns

Like fireflies

In the night

Of my closed eyes

Forgetting everything

Like being a body

In a shower

Noticing only

The bright yellow halo

With a black hole

In the center

Pulsing and blurring

Off into the distance

Of my vision black

I run harder

To intensify this vision

Of my own internal

Solar system

Of dynamic stars

That dance

As I rub my eyes

Accustomed to seeing

The real world

Mixed up

Offering apparitions

In a dark world

Of my own UFOs

Where I can play

Like a child

Chasing after

What I do not yet

Understand