Of all dreams ever seen,
wild, serene, pleasant or mean,
special are those that cause a skew
deep within the psyche's daily brew!
I am on the verge, with all the world
serene and calm beyond the cliff.
I know not what I know not and why
I know not what I know not;
I know not if I am moving ahead,
nor am I completely sure
if I am moving back towards the smiling bunch.
I am sure though that I am on the move,
away from or off the cliff - I have no clue.
Perplexing it clearly is,
that I am so close to the cliff;
only a few centimetres away from being
a few centimetres away from
a mighty free fall into the null
and yet I see no signs of fear in me.
Even more perplexing it is,
that there is in a few yards distance
a bunch smiling at me with no bloody concern!
Why isn't anyone stopping this fellow I see!
Isn't this fellow I see, me?
Clearly perplexing is this,
no knowledge of whose ignorance is bliss!
And the voice of the usual suspect
is heard from the void into the main-
"What you think is what you see!"
he said, with a smile so typically his,
just after a deafening silence
slipped past the volatile brim.
"The void you see is yet to be seen.
The void in you leaves you blind,
and void it is that all you see!"
"Null and void can all things be,
but null and void should no thing be
to the eye of a believer who lives
within every visitor to this planet I 've made!
What scares you from the cliff
is not the void that follows,
but the eye that shackles your eye."
"Shackles broken are mere pieces of metal,
and you'd find instead of the void
your little step down towards a new height
of the next cliff that belittles this one."
And I stroll over with my toothbrush,
no image on the way goes beyond the iris.
I am on my way, unsure if the dream is over yet.
