The Box

I feel contained
The world outside me an illusion
I lie down and
Breathe softly against the air
Myriad memories
Flickering like some
Distant imperceptible light
I float through myself
The forest spread before me
Hallucinogenic spring green
And the call of birds signalling the dawn
I move my hands and watch my
Fingers weaving tapestries
I sense a distant light that
Beckons to me
The mist-haloed steeetlamps and the
Whispering night that
Wraps itself around me
Like some comfort blanket of childhood
I try to fly like the
Ascending buzzard only to find that
My wings are clipped, the
Azure blue sky only an illusion, a
Distant dream of youth
I call silently to the Universe as it
Spreads itself through inky blackness, the
Distant winking star the only
Flicker of light
I dream a thousand dreams and
See myself in a thousand place
Millions of lives spread before me, a
Delicate carpet soft to the touch
I sing my funeral against
Ephemeral branches that
Shatter my claustrophobia for a while
Before subliming into the night
Gone before they even began …