Distraction by Ted Guhl

meditation
fixed in his eye's point
quiet on the edge of transcendence

observes:
sound of a heater fan
distant mummers on TV
two qualities of light
small back pain

roar of universe (blood flow?)
pressure at the base of the skull
wanting to rise

breathe...

horn of the beast roars

window in red against black
multiplies
behind closed eyelids
closer...

a cat cries
once

damn!

Your face on my eyelids

i am
a fish at the edge of the pond

waiting...