This is the tunnel
Brilliant explosions dissolve and crackle
Into nothing
As you pull away from that place
A way station
Or the start of your falling grace
A thousand tons of burned out horizons
A sinister giggle of lonely shivering halos
Taudry yellow, blood-red crimson
A darkness that puts black to shame
My Zen Brain 
Sounds like a poem from one who is finding their inner self. I really like it.
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