CHUTES AND LADDERS      

 
perhaps it is a sign                    
that i m running out of time                    
hovering ever nearer                    
something ever clearer                    
of this                    
as of yet                    
still uncovered  greater truth                    
some brighter new paradigm                    
of perhaps                    
some even deeper root                    
of some maligned                    
pre imagined  long held fear                    
quietly enshrouded here                    
haunting me for years                    
entombed in vagueness                    
lost in some insane            
l s d  like                    
ghostly resurrected                    
beyond displaced                    
new faux  pseudo      
long lapsed  now lost          
dead end  non neon        
subconscious  inner las vegas
of my own           
somewhere here                    
near  yet gone                    
deep within                    
this even greater  inner darkness                    
of my own misplaced                
non linear  shamanic
multi dimensionally awakened                    
yet still sleeping mind                    
wherein lately                    
i ve been stirred awake            
here in these oceanic depths                    
of night                    
up from the oddist dreams                    
in which the lucid imagery                    
of ever morphing forms                    
seems narrated by a voice                    
which sounds a lot like my own                    
as my subconscious mind
continues speaking on                  
in it s strange  silent                  
inner dream state language                  
in which it seems as if                  
i m climbing up                  
a partially invisible  long  weak ladder                  
from out of
the deeply sunken depths                  
of my dreams                  
slowly back up into                    
some gradual reawakening                    
wherein each successive                    
rung i reach and grab onto                    
to further climb                    
becomes yet another                    
extended line of words                    
which always seem                    
to somehow work or rhyme                                      
in some odd  peculiar way
yet when i slowly begin
to consciously reawaken  
i can still only see                    
the ladder s upper rungs                    
above me                
as the ones i ve already climbed before                      
down below me now                
mysteriously dissolved                
into quickly fading  vaporous blurs                      
back down into the dream                  
i ve just now climbed                  
back up from                
here once more again tonight     
into this present                  
hypnogogic moment here                  
which i m still so invertedly
so echo escherly  semi consciously
deeply entangled in
here in this transient  other dimension              
this continuously re looping                
semi dream state condition          
of my subliminally lucid mind                  
only briefly settling down                  
to momentarily light upon                  
and leave it s fleeting                  
surreally descriptive footprints
here upon this previously empty page s                
no longer empty                  
pre dream  yielded face                  
where now my letter littered trackways                  
filtered essence comes
to gently settle down                
encased within this impressionistic                
loosely written form                
where it now lies                
in timeless  open resonance                  
as testimonial  creative evidence                  
of the illusory emptiness                  
of at least my own                
dream spilt nothingness
beyond all this                  
it isn t                
though still somehow               
so mysteriously                
so mystically           
all still yet  is
as well