I'll walk alone below it all,
crawl though the clouds of my mind,
swoop under the stars and moon,
like globs of honey falling,
it'll be me.

Monolithic castles and avenues for airships
boulders and crennelations built from cloudy
stones welcome me in their open doorways.
They engulf me in the fluff.

And like cotton candy my thoughts will melt
when touched, stick to my fingers but be
unrecognizable. eventually to drip elongated
drops of oozing thought between my fingers to my toes.

I'm alone after all, awake and aware,
listening and lamenting the loss of my way.
I've lost my mind in these clouds, they cluster
around my thinking and after falling to the floor they
are trampled by my feet, sticking to their residue.

I'm walking alone below it all,
looking up at these giant feet stuck to my surface,
and i wonder, Where am I? Could i be thinking
dreaming or being? as only a Thought, i can be,
am I just that, fallen to the floor in the tar of some
other person's brain, slipped between fingers and fallen?
I. am. Me?