I close my eyes
To find them already
open and
awake
within my dreamscape.
I walk with my
third
eyesight,
daring to do that
which I previously
admonished,
wonder-full at
the swiftly moving
planets.

I talk to the stars,
and ask
why some move
and why
some stay
immobilized
as they should.
Mockingly, they stare
in reproof
"Ah." says my other self,
"Of. Course."
She smiles.

And continues
down, down, down...
After this, she thinks nothing of falling
downstairs.
And as she walks,
she sees,
spinning trees

tree. Only
one
is real.

the only one that's moving.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Midsummer, in the year 165 MA.