Illusion

Opened a door, saw a new world, I closed it and into me furled.

A light somewhere, noon sun or a faint star, with curtains I bar. 

Trying to smell, no air, I sense neither foul nor fair. 

I hear none, not a heart beat, no leaves, breeze or feet.

Senses lost, dreams destroyed, thoughts fade into a black hole void. 

I like it here, this hopeless way, no night no day. 

I like it here, no you no I, none to care if I die. 

But would this void, vanish out, or take another soul I doubt.

Thinking about all I see, my universe, couldn't be penned in verse. 

And seeing that nothing, be everything, reveals a illusion writhing.

I open my eyes, the illusion present, I see many zodiacs and crescents. 

And life is here, all in the blink, and my thoughts connect such links.