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Silent rest of the weary head Doing not a thought, Time is now none Wind whispers without words Something is soon to birth of nothing Inside murmurs the bowls of a mind Silence grows loud Dark waters batter the shore of void Enter unconscious An azure sky sinks red rocks above, drifting A silent scream spirals a surreal dream The secret beast before to bid- in seclusion Lost inside the unknown internals wonders the fearful maker What is here and why am I? Walks about ground unstepping, wondering inside a question asked Echoing verbs starts ticking a clock Not of real, but of thought is this A place named not, but in mind liquid atmosphere sounds of childish wind Ether breathes blood of unfiltered thought Slow starts only to build upon itself now, faster Surroundings begin movement brought by the wave- a current alive with echo A glance without eyes shows all Calm chaos To the side drifts the tendrils of the untree Sucking the branches are roots instead; not of green skins Old is this one, Arms of long and stretching still I hear now it's words in a humm Intricate now as my ears of mind stare, a pattern I hear Grand is this old one, words he speaks are of beauty, even as death eats him slow His arms grow into gray, black fingers too; sad I feel of the untree This thought herd unto supposed sleeping branches- Sad I am not -they speak Love is felt by me the untree into the ever and eternity, death is not an end to any soul! This breath of thought pummels the senses...... profound I must say with thanks to the untree Now departing steps slip back away thinking Thoughts of the mind glow with noise around this self of mine Aura fades as a look to afar is shot Stones drifting among colors not quite solid, I see an island to the liking A thought to a bounce, such the wondrous way of motion Thinking still as the echo of the wise ring, begins the understanding as it is stored. As the foot lands upon buoyant plane, a creature awaits Who is that I feel with my sense there I say inside me? Another dwelling apparition yet separate from the inner self Questioning your own self fragment do you? The lizard ponders to the unwitting maker I do, yet I know already what it is before me in this little form The question answered by myself- after the question replies I am a piece of yourself you are far from, now in sight before you- my creator I do not remember creating you, part of me far from myself- I reply You see the tail of a snake that you are; as the head from where you are glances I am on the far side of you, as you are to I But I am here, and you here as well in front of me, just as I see before me Yes, that is so- but you are communicating to yourself you see Just as a forgotten thought is remembered, but not yet surfaced The untree of early is the oldest of yourself, it knows all forgotten before the recently forgotten you see It is before you remember, just as I, but more so I understand now little one, meaning above is more recent but still far past Yes- nods the creature green I am in thanks of your communication, tail of the snake A feeling found reflecting as welcome Now I choose to move again upwards with thought of loco I hear now a plush stairway to climb, warm as a womb, yet as still as frozen I echo my thought to wake the stairs for me to climb. The hue turns of the stairs, and a slither of motion reels the path to unfreeze A greeting made with unseen eyes now open along the spiraling pole Walk me as I guide you to your exodus creator- breathes the eye path A walking starts after a soft grasp of terrain, flesh Where to begin and where to end creator? It hums with glowing vibration I do not know of yet, let my thoughts set a pace for the later An acknowledgement is emanated as I drift upwards along the path Awe of here where you sleep I am feeling ......... Gossamer clouds sway violet to red as if a star sets to rise and set again, repeating A hundred horizons but none I stare among the gaseous skies with bliss This place has no time, yet it has motion.......to this I am alien But you are this- glows the stairway How can knowledge of this not be if it be me? This is bottom of self and you are with ego, all you sense here are but the fragments of forgetten Every step taken of my skin is threshold of forgotten and remembered. The top is where another reality waits for wake...... The top is consciousness ......... A stray from the walk to the horizontal tugs a question to be answered And what here? I know only of this presence mine ….But steps have stepped into fate ……… Gas rolls in exodus to reveal a portal from opaque air The sight fades into perception slowly, fuelled by question A thought of entry spins the senses and pulls ego into itself Mind abstracted with this distraction A call to within is cast Gust to grab, the vortex eats Falling from distortion- with darkness above and abyss below I am stretched thin as string Spinning with chaotic winds, self separating with siphon ……… Into cold water and under tide Fear is found among the dark abyss Something is lost of me Beneath the darkness, my senses sight a motion Perception fluxes, what is this I see? The deep seems moving below...... Perception startled- as it comes to realize what A monstrous creature shoots below, a frightening unknown wanted left unremembered It's backside rumbles through the endless deep visible; spines among a massive serpent Senses freeze Option of one I wish myself away A rush of my own thought motion shoots through veins of deep I gather my senses, finding me closer to surface, I mask my presence with a thought of none Maybe then, a sense will not be sensed by the horror below: unfathomable I drift, holding the umbilicus of blinking thought, softly Slowing myself yet not to frozen, the surface is soon Sharp is the frigid cold now A chill runs along the string of survival, ticking with an icy brush….. then another I open my senses as the surface tightens around me I ascend A flash of memory shocks thought........evil approaches I sense it too near to ease, I grasp unto manifested security- a beam above water Strength of mind pulls itself from the swallowing A wall of force pushes from above- I stand resistant, secured in safety A frail emotion pulls fear a rope of now strings I notice, the side sits a siren, and now the other too …the cold ones of pre-sensed Horror fills as I stare upon them, with eyes of evil and a grin sharp My sight takes their red stare, shooting through me as electricity Shock sets in while my senses grasp a dark figure upon mindmade sanctuary I forgotten all but fear, I face my own shadow Violet tatters and black mask of shadow are its’ wares Eyes inflicting agony with stare Closer it steps...... Who you? It screams softly Motion lost as well of thought to fuel Closer steps it again, cracking my security with horror Who you? Now it stands without space to step ….water changes wild, dark to light Steam of acid, water bubbles now to thrash magma ………Who you? Just as spark flies to ignite, a mind found the last of hope in haste I lean to whisper words All I am I know, you are part of a whole spawned below ego; my shadow This you know I as well, shade With that, a knife thrust impales truth to the gut of blackness Blade built of words The force holding myself- mine Cold powers of fear I felt before, you were This fear is not but past pain But it is I the controller, now remembering ….I fear no past of mine My soul is solid as stone Fear inverted, shadow dulls as sun sets Waters calm to green …Shore is near ……… The sleeper now awakens
-------------------- What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know,
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?