a typical iteration a mashup of wavelengths visible, but augmented
by some that can only be felt floods the sky, filtered by cirrus,
then trees, then glass, then blinds electromagnetic, but not
magnetic enough -- scarcely able to pull away a mass of tired
biology from synthetic comfort -- but just right as a gentle tap
on the forehead, evoking a transition from one world (or more) to
the next; the next may be this one,
for it is pleasant enough.
