this is a strange thing i have written. . .

a moment shivers in time hidden space through a subway tunnel under fields of flowers-daisies, azaleas, irises, hundreds of swaying greenness grass like an ocean waves in the wind eternally blowing flying over the land over the life through the air is the out to the farthest staras, joining in their songs. a world hovers full of chambers, tunnels, and doors. intricate locks open to reveal gates to a room enormous, adorned with every artifact ancient or yet to be. crystal spheres, tiny carved cities with, look close, see there-people wandering along the alleyways, bargaining in the market place, miniscule horses led by a nameless child through streets of cobbled stone. more-- beautiful feathers from a bird that lived on an island ago, rows upon rows of glass bottles, every imaginable liquid creator, taster, or feeling. some pieces set out on mahogany tables, some in cabinets, others in glass cases displayed. walk among textures and items of intricate craft, exquisite all, impossible to pick any single thing. to choose one, to separate from the collection of wonders, unthinkable. one piece alone could never compare, could never complete feeling of entirety within the huge room of display. life within through all. dive out climb up to a space where others are, aware, but not of me. bees, insect lovely ordered dances across a marble floor. i pass them. fly through to the labyrinth of rooms and worlds and walls with brick and a iron grating near the ground. ivy climbs along tops of gates, through to more tunnels, now glimmering. pale blue reflection of minerals who think my thoughts and are my words, i love and stay awhile. amazing how much one can learn from rocks. telepathic empathy glowing passages twist for miles through solid stone. reach the end of the tunnels and fall into the cavern at the center. an ocean of lava, heat pouring in streams along the ceiling. i step back, hold a stalagmite for balance, everything in the universe needs balance. contrasts define, opposites create a united whole. i grasp the stalagmite with my right hand and peer over the glowing sea. melted rock flowing slowly chunks of black on top-cooler rock, float sporadically with flames and orange-white liquid so bright my eyes feel like they are burning. i close my eyes and breathe the smell of earth and sulfur, rock like dark glass. push pack, away from the stalagmite, away from the ocean of fire. i search along the edge of the cavern wall, well away from the shoreline. looking for looking, searching to find a something remembered in dreams of a thought aha! i pull the gold chain and the mechanism clicks softly (i feel the clicks in my fingers). open a panel of illusory wall, on hands & knees climb through, close the door behind. crawl through a place of darkness and dust until a stream of light at the end. then curved rungs of a ladder, hooked into the stone wall lead up a shaft vertical, the far end disappearing in darkness so far so up (the light ray was a glowfly, friend of yours truly. his name is narf). accompanying me as i reach and crawl up the rungs of the ladder is narf, glowing, humming a blue song. i stop on a ledge and rest awhile. the ledge is a shallow cave right on the side of the ladder. i sit down cross-legged. open pouch, eat flavor nutri-capsule. yum. sit and think a bit & narf rests near my right knee. he is sitting on a pebble. beautiful wings i think, always glowing, now when not moving, pattern of intricacy, almost messages on tiny feathery wings with glow. wake up next morning rested. continue climb. mid afternoon reach the door. hanging on with my left hand to the last rung, i reach into my pocket. lint and dust and bits of being tumble about i take out the small silver key and slip it into the keyhole of the heavy wooden door. one twist to the right and a thunk as the lock releases. the door opens on forestland. i crawl up and out, look back and there is a small well, made of light gray stones, and the wooden door is flipped over open. i shut the door. look around up through the trees. trees who think and feel and breathe. i step through the woods. walking slowly, lightly, lovely. the world is beautiful. i hear whispers of the trees' thoughts in the far caverns of my mind and what they say is so true. swaying softly in the wind, the trees of all kinds around me while i walk. oaks, birches, elms, maple and all, their voices are different , some whisper some laugh, some giggle, others recite. come to the edge of the forest. ahead is one whom the others revere. i continue and step and walk beneath the shade of a huge oak tree. what is real my sweet? i feel all is to possible be with one. the tree showed me the way, the point the truth of the life and now i go to live it.