Visions of Falling, Dreaming, Floating, Believing Being

It seems like I'm not moving as I open my eyes, the horizon's perpetual demise. A wondering mind, adrift.... floating oceans, cris-crossing space and folding time.

As I gaze with subliminal haze, sleep walking through my mind, musical vibrations of string theory. How everything is constant, yet flux-ant.
Born as a living testament.

What if this window was to go? Blow Window, Blow! Would Allah save me? Bounce me off the Earth's Face, oh my God, would it not phase me.
Scream!!!

But I'm no prophet, would my fall be my victory?
Ushered straight to heaven, past sins forgiven before even the vision of a flame could touch me?Sleep-sitting, lookin out this window..... Falling......floating......dreaming

Why is this horizon so still?
Tamed by God. It laughs at false deities, engulfs whole cities.
Bore witness to oppression and every capitalist obsession.
The mothers prayer, the travellers scare, the little brothers dare

It is not these wings that hold me, as I sail, falling, dreaming,seeing, believing, Being. But the One who repeats this dawn constantly without pillars holding this SKY, As I fly. Drifting....buoyed by floating oceans to floating seas