She Keeps Unrolling Poem by Roger Gerald Hicks

She keeps unrolling, astonishing him, changing, not changing, but
altering what he glimpses.Like watching a goddess' features slither in a lake, then grasping his own reflection super-imposed.She switches masks and as he stares intently, notices he also bears a new mask.The colors, intense, glimmer.Everything seems humorous, like the first hour on acid.But this drug comes and goes like Morse code- dit dit dit dit, dit dit. There is no black nor white, just gray stretching to infinity.He doesn't know if he should go to sleep or wake up