living long and loving all that is there within the land of dreams faces within clouds smiling down upon us all handing out the mysteries of all that is questions that never find answers mysteries that

the thoughts the sources of thoughts a secret hidden place deep within the mind beyond the self long past the ego in the darkness somewhere untouchable unseeable unknowable they arise and suddenly they

all that is there available awaiting us is there there to be taken to be awkened by our consciousness investigating the deepest of the darkest portions of the mind there is so much so much hidden but with

there are times places faces and ideas long gone floating along the stream of time into the distance of the past histories, long forgotten unknown but still once valiant powerful immediate for those at

spun across days, plans, intended, hoped for, and yet, never fully achieved somewhere along the path the goal is unseen and yet seeming reachable, more webs are spun but, once sight is lost and the goal

a winding river of zeroes and ones within the mind of the machine inscrutable to those of flesh, those of creativity imagination the machine digitized a landscape of power and electricity taking its thought

there are so so many colors of the mind thoughts ideas memories and wonders long forgotten awaiting creation imagination and the infinite forever of self wrapped upon itself a painting in four dimensions

faces in time those from the past and the future looking inward into the collapsing center of reality time flowing through their lips as words, turning into form and motion as we move through it all their

there they are in the darkness faces faces in the light shadowed and bright all at once amongst them the legends the living the long gone and those yet to be, filled with possibilities problems ideas

the mirror that reflects back at all everything that we never do the masterpiece once created to inspire and fear but beyond that hope in a future even if the present finds itself difficult impassible

after the end of the day laying down and drifting off at first darkness, blackness, nothing and then a spark and there is light and worlds upon worlds of wonder and might and knowledge dreaming of all

flying through the air across the horizon spinning into the infinite forever of all that there is colors, turned into truth and life itself legends of inspiration once lost but brought back into existence

sight without light visualize all that could be and would be possible if only the visions of our reality did not block the way the mind, spinning, populating thought with possibilities and yet, beyond

out there, beyond beyond the horizon in the sky, distant, perhaps galaxies away there are streams of purple light upon them floats the wonder felt in youth, of all experiences, and with them, a power to

hidden sometimes forever there is a message within the mind the measures and paths traversed can paint pictures of a past, and guide, or perhaps take us places we never intended to be if we can tap into

from deep within the mind the darkest corners of consciousness there are ideas and thoughts with a breathe and blood flown suddenly into the darkest corners, there is a spark an idea, a moment of imagination

there just beyond the present moment is an inkling of a thought a single bit of information and from that flowing like a river through a cracked dam suddenly creativity it brings motion and inspiration

to be seen to be believed the galaxy it faces me personal and immediate it demands attention and forces its way into my view a field of everything that has ever been and will ever be is there like a quilt

one of the apparitions it follows follows us down the path telling us the tales the tales of the dead lessons learned love gained and lost and lives lived and then gone and we now on the path walk with

sitting there in the center of the room just watching no windows no screens, nothing at all to be seen and yet somehow it is there staring deeply deep into the farthest reaches of everything a universe,