I am moving through time
On a journey through the eye and mind
But I’m paralysed, I cannot move
Time no longer feels linear, its circular moving around and around
The movement, rhythm, beat, seem to flow within my body
The pulsations become internal, flowing to the beat of my own heart
This rhythm or beat feels smooth, circular and round
Contrasting with the harshness of the visual forms that meet the eye
Fragmented, sharp and demanding my attention
To see, to view, to experience
I cannot resist the pull
These circular seductive rhythms with the harsh sharp edges of the forms pull me towards them
A perfect mix of harmonies that entrance and paralyse my being
They have me caught in their never ending flow
Time becomes immeasurable
No end, no exit, no escape
The lines that surround me are devouring me, wrapping me, enclosing me, becoming me
This feeling no longer a loss of control over the senses
But a release from my own bodily demands
I am free, for a second I am free