There is no beginning or end.
No east or west.
No sunrise.
I have forgotten which way is up and
Which is down.

I am suspended in a sea I do not recognize.

Maps are useless here.
There is no magnetic North.

The walls and boundaries keep shifting.

How can I know which direction to go
When the facts are tenuous at best?

Words cease to have meanings.

I float with the slow drift of a motionless sea.

I try to make a map in my head anyway.
But the stars keep inexplicably changing.

The moon no longer can decide if she is waxing or waning.
Even night seems arbitrary.

I float on my back for a time.
I don’t know how long.
(Time has no meaning here)

And I realize I am glowing.
Radiant.
Have become sun.