Cosmically locked in this lucid forest dream, I hear an owl beckon the night, for it is still the light of day
When They shed light upon the scars, it will reveal the parade of ashen minds, the walking talking dead in grey

The Children play jubilantly on burial ground
Skipping amongst dandelions to the merry-go-round
Soon I will go to join the light-beings that I have found
Or is it They who've found me, my soul theirs to astound

And Oh! how their teachings astonish the mind
Yet so briefly is the body left behind

You want to stay in the company of Elves
And waves of Intellect on sunlit shores
But the glistening water path is fading
Before you can grab a hold of the ores
I promised to get beyond the window
"Don't worry...I will see the river"
Upon return comes the realization
"I have been With the Cosmic Giver"

This is the realm of the construct of Intellect, the world glimpsed beyond the Spiral
The sight of true enlightenment before being returned to a world infected by the Viral
A symbol of rebirth inside one span of life- A manifest doorway in the form of the Caterpillar
How is it that a great monolith of light is shrouded so that it's seen as nothing but a crumbling pillar?