On My Way

A vortex they form-white mists...cold. I see them through the glass and I know I'm on my way. I pass them...do they speak? Wisps of whiteness outside my window and I sail through it all. An enchanted forest to my right i see... with pixies and witches and goblins and fairies. These creatures i dare not see or they would burst into dust. They are definitely there, carefully hidden from this eye.

The house that haunts (or do I haunt it?) ...I pass... and then the lights..three mainly... they order, we obey... he he we are lorded over by the lights... What an evolved species we are! The universe speaks they say in symbols in glimpses your mind should make sense of it all. Pray then tell me if this makes any sense?

Car doors on tinned rooftops-a rainbow?, table fans on a dusty table ..some bladeless...huddled together like sheep sheltering themselves from the cold blasts of air which I artfully evade. Creatures that walk on four legs and others that balance precariously on two. A sense of urgency I see in all of them-to be somewhere and no remote idea where that is. Metal sheets-mimicing the the wave pattern of the sea, shielding eyeless, earless, souless things. From whom-Me - the so(u)l(e)d? hahahaha..

Black asphalt carpets for me to glide on. Monsters there are here too mostly grey and evolving. Grey truckloads of dust create them... shields of glass then cover the grey nakedness, some have gigantic and ugly red overalls and fake sinister smiles rendering them uglier.

There is a sound now streaming into my mind it's catchy and known and feel good, but then its drowning the sounds of my mind.

I resist

Oh and then I glance upon my hill... my fortress-the only pretty thing I see.

Her finger rotates the disc and the noises are louder...My defences are swept away by tunes. Which piper is this? No. 983

I hum along with 983 the shreds of cotton disappear... I enter the grey dungeon. The mind is numbed....