abyssia

where is that damned escape hatch?
i know i put it somewhere.
under the couch?
the light over the bed?
wait - methinks it lives in my head!
i close my eyes.
i snuff the sound.
i find the gate it is small and round.
damn! it will not budge.
o Peter? would you be a dear?
"when you blow your moon away, i'll bleed like the reed"
i can feel it start to sway
do continue, please?
"fall with your knife, it's here i'll be with you"
ah ha! you've saved my life.
thank you so very much
now get lost!
ive a queer urge to toss my shoe

a land of streams and pillowy moss.
a land of stone and of loss.
it really is only temporary
temporal? no. time is not here.
loves lost and loves forgotten?
to be sure, and the weather always clear.
an eye floats near, it's wings ablaze.
rests on my finger, curious - no fear.
i thought i saw Winnie the Pooh?
only a distant cousin, the eye clues me in.
i wondered where his honey pot was
i blow gently and the eye flits away.
things of flame seldom stay.
reclining, i feel the stream leap to tickle my toes!
a place of so many delights.
i bask in this feeling - being nowhere
but a tear blows in from the west, as they will.
it takes inches off my hair
a land of loss - at least i still have my nose.
i sniff for the exit
it lurks behind the base of my spine.
with a twist i am out.
it is for the best.
i must learn to savor a place so rare.
and Peter Murphy, the man who got me there.