My telephone was ringing
A man was on the line
And asked if I was feeling fine
His sentences were stringing.

He asked if I’d had notions
Of diff’rent states of being
He spoke about a land of seeing
O’er endless paper oceans.

He talked and I absorbed it
And then the line went click
So quietly and really slick
I journeyed to the sandspit.

I executed motions
Conveyed to me by phone
So I was off to lands unknown
On endless paper oceans.

I launched myself with caring
The waves were really calm
The whole wild world fit in my palm
As westward I was staring.

For days and days I traveled
But landfall never came
Out here no one did know my name
My plans seemed all unraveled.

Then I hallucinated
Great birds did circle me
They wished to make a feast of me—
That’s when I sublimated.

The mental lights like windows
From dark to clarity
Revealèd what they meant to me
And to my brain came inflows.

The poetry of motion
I’d learned along my trek
I only was a little speck
On endless paper oceans.