Journey to the center of being

I turn to see the clock clicking away.

Every second,
A new minute.

Faster and faster it goes,
Covering the span of a millennium in a split second.

Its too fast for life,
And the earth becomes a strobe effect from the switching of day to night.

You stay put,
Still dealing with the shock of your body keeping up with the thing of time.

The house soon is covered in vines,
Then 10 seconds later like frame-by-frame it comes upon an ocean that has opened its mouth for your entry.

This is not an ocean,
It is the journey to the center of being.

The vines tear at the building of closure,
you fall into the mouth of the earth.

Traveling at the time interval of death and life combined,
You go from old to young over and over.

You see the vastness of it all.

Your velocity increases and you start to wither away,
Like a sand-blaster to a mural on an ancient building.

You come yo believe it all,
Nothing will be the same.

As you see the spike-shaped monument at the bottom of the darkness,
The vines stop your eye a nanometer away from the point.

You see the future of her,
You get pulled up at the speed of information not known to humans.

The monument fires away a blast to the above.

It still remains a nanometer away from your eye as it burns its life into your eye.

Then all of the energy is forced into your eye.

As you come to,
You look into the reflective sky.

One eye pure black,
And the other is pure white.

A double-sided mind.

Which side will become?

Whatever the monument sent to your eye,
You must live on to tell of the journey to the center of being.

Tell them why you are still alive with one eye black,
And one eye white.

You must figure it out.