Dreamland Poem by Joshua Newland

Walking through a tunnel of light blinded by the night sky
Where black hole stars twinkle and chase round in squares
In the cubic expanse overhead a figure dressed in white walks
Abandoned by all her followers
Unliving, but, not dead at all
Leaving her shell behind and fluttering away on faerie dust wings
No hint left of her passage but in my mind I see it

A recurring nightmare ending in shed blood
Flowing down the street from a neighborly shower
Kindly careful incision behind the left eye leads to
Hallucination.
But all is real in the world
Black on white on black,
As a record player with digital clarity
Following a needle on the track
Swallowed by a great hole and spit out
Riding waves and rip curls on an ocean of sound
Listening to a know it all explain he doesn't understand

But all is well in my dreams and I float
Down
A never ending fall
To
A
Slow
Stop.