Paraphrasing smokes like purple haze on the water, this is the neural reason creating a sacred meeting without space - without time, between two selves crossing windows and tunnels searching a bit of light... in the middle of a fractal pool such warm bodies.

This is the story of a chimerical smoky train
and his machinist crossing fractal tunnels,
with windows and black holes among sidereal spaces and floating desires.

This is the train of the trans-smoky
erotic-mystic poetry
opening pathways to different psychedelic lanes
of the brain sensoperceptions.