Trees glow around me
walking through
leaves rustle at the tops
fluttering with a high breeze
pulses of life hinder my movement
slow my feet
divert my unconscious path
force my eyes into watching
green and brown and gold
light.

I find myself in night
black and harsh
tripping my steps
scattering thought into a bleak misery of wishing
for the thing that cannot quite be remembered
it scampers away into the
lost darkness.
lost. I am
caught in snares of once-glowing life
death figures in the before-creation chaos
their touch is nothing
only cold metallic
wisps of night carrying infinite black holes
sucking
pulling
me.

Once-pulsing life
pushes me out
into dusk
blood crimson bubbles engulf me
drowning me in the hideous torture
pry apart my
being
one. the blubbing mass
formed of melted beings
liquid magma
spews heat fire
blood dripping through my skin
scorched
I retreat
stumbling
off the edge.

Plummeting
through white
unbearable blinding rays
clear crisp blue
dark in contrast to white sun and clouds
top
cotton masses
transports of angels
laden with massive trophies golden mounts
too splendid to bear the blackened form
that swishes past.

Flopping to a stop
resting
in mahogany gold
thick warm fires radiating
sl o  w   l    y
sleeping
coziness of a heated blanket
lush full vibrant
a thought brings
gold
others content
not I
step out.

Climb
cold tearing through
craggy outcrops of sharp cliffs
ripping
shredding
exposed
I watch
the lonely observer
these societies
unlearning the chaos pressed upon me.
myself,
in thought,
I am.