It's A Dream

It’s a dream. It must be. It’s the place we go when we run out of space

In our real world.

It’s our dream world.

Convincing, but laced with inaccuracies.

A lowering sky,

Not one that confines us,

But conforms to us.

Lush green growth

Clings to impossibly vertical rock walls.

Heavy canopy,

Seamlessly builds, expands, becomes

Unreachable mountaintops.

Sheer cliff faces drop swiftly into farmland

And drown in crisp clear alpine water,


For eternity.

And it all seems

To be

A mirror image

Of our world here-

Conducting from the right,

But maneuvering from the left.

Adrift, ill-fit, we split.