At The Brink

My room and this distance,
awake upon the darkening land,
are one. I travel with it to
possibilities unknown. With
it I become a fearless plane
soaring the deepest pits of
the meadows.
Neighbored by walls which are
limitless in capacity, full of
things that fly too. And
since they fly, they are pups
in this reality. My crafts.
Where below is so
above that flowers eat up
The sky and the people
stare in their sleep…
and the people watch
over and over
again wanting to release from
gravity’s grip
and the meadows rise just a little
bit to hear us coming
From cornered boxes on Egleston
to the 4th reality on mindtrip Ave,
China.