The Island in the Heaven of Your Heart

What is it that I should wonder through the vaulted doorway of your mind?

How it does shimmer and glimmer with wings that do quiver in the midst of dark nebulous mysterious light.

There the pearled ever-tree grows on its island amongst dreams decorated with eggs of soulberries and heavensfruite--and the gate...

The gate hangs on hinges broken, squeaking with tremendous echoing repercussions.

How far can the world be below me and yet I still exist within?

What does that question mean for the reality of the duality with in the triality of the universal causality holding our repetitive trepidatiously meaningless void of an idea of the world we robe ourselves in, rob ourselves of, and constantly and consistently and undeniably hold ourselves accountable to?

Far far far above voidless void, deeply within the crescendo of the falsetto of your soul, I walk through the doorway of your mind.