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.