A Dream, within a Dream

I go to bed every night, In hope that I can awake in my other life in the city.~
close my eyes, gracious sleep; a door is all that lays before me
I am dress in my smooth, sharp divinity

I step out; before me lies the bulking majority of this thriving metropolitan collage
Of a vast multitude of faces; stand, and different each one, and yet~ strangely similar in basic cast.~
Into the vast movement, the crowded non-sense I step.

And in that pulse, so serene, everything flows at a set speed
You walk in the crowd without thinking, though you realize each step
Everyone is clad so clean; wearing crisp, fresh pressed clothes
The air seems softly garnished with rose;
We are stepping yet closer to our dreams


Just as there's a swarming crowd of black, blue, and tweed, towering monuments paint the morning sky with artificial blue clouds.~
The skies are still blue; all that is above a man's height retains that blue, like crystal clear water without the splash.
It's Sky-scrapes which line the streets on every side, almost like the overseeing guardians of the present age.
With their shiny, reflecting walls, they amplify the empty space, making the air above a land of it's own.~
To describe it all would be a rambling of eternity! There are no skies! It's an all blue, see-through; a land in the sky of perfect baby-blue.

We continue down the road, not thinking more of our next step, than we do for out next meal: 12:00pm sharp. Lunch time is arranged and set. Our lives seem arranged & set,,..
It's not some group of Hawks overlooking a town of rats and rodents; we're not encaged beasts within this town of splendour~ No; they're more like white marble slabs, as those engraved by the Greeks of old, as caretakers: The protectors & guardians of our own wall-street express.
And as we pass them by, we are almost giving them honour and gratitude by following their inlaid path of resistant black asphalt.
The sea of black, blue and tweed moves ever onward. No one ever looks up; no one ever notices the day to day surroundings. It's not because we do not agree with it's choice of garment this morning, but its more, that we see the world through the eyes of the adept. We don't need to waste our time anymore on whats been done; whats been laid down.~ We are saving our observatory powers for the unthinkable, and invisible.~



I'd feel you're pain...~