This is the best part of the trip...
...By the seventh day we lost our way...plagued by
sunlight shadows...sloughy depths fierce undertow...ocean
of open meadows...Sleeping prophet, messages and visions
from your dreams...I see the headlights, but I don't
see the cars...A warm sunset sleeps over the quiet trees
above...Do you want to look into the eyes of someone
being born or someone dying?-I prefer the latter...
Why is it that when you're going somewhere it takes a
long time to reach destination-but the voyage home always flies by?...Psychic planets and cosmic mutations
of dream spawned anti-matter of extinct prophecies...
narcotic nebulae and sober stars adrift in a distant
galaxy of space and nothingness...Posterior to the grand
ballroom was a magnificent dining area-uneasy footsteps
rattled on the marble floor-the time piece in the hallway frozen...Colorful corridors and spiraling stairways, fanciful masks adorn eccentric spirits...How did I ever awake in such a strange place?.....
