rhaatid

Mean coffee tables are ancient plateaus
Walk-in closets become nazi ghettos
Stairs are ladders to celestial gods
Former friends, the furies who set the ends of the great facades
Florescent fish swim in the ocean once my slumber
At a cliff, inches high, I feel vertigo as I become the tumbler
Like dancing daredevils of old houseflies
Falling for hours in seconds through the yellowgreen skies
The looking glass, translucent portal of reverberated places
Where time twist the seconds longer then the hours on clock faces
Where see I the source of all the wind that blows
I learn answers to the mysteries no one knows
From distant lands where I am king, and sit on thrones of silver rods
To dingy taverns where top hat wearing devils greet me with nods
Sites of my childhood home, where I climbed trees in the summer
And sites so horrid they leave me with a shudder
Walk I through scorching darkness or freezing light
I eventually fade away and from my own sight
Soon awaken from dream by nearby talkers
Every experience experienced leaves the sleep walker