Garden of the Somnambulant

the enchanted body floats through caressing thorns. languid hands no longer yours,and ghostly flowers slip through fingers. meandering paths, toes entwined with vines, what lies beneath the feet of blind? what is seen with moire eyes? what is hidden behind the green alcoves? awaken depths or sacred groves? can you reach the depth of dream? in the halflight under the baldaquin of uncharted fruits will you remember the shadow of your past? run through dust to find your limp narcosis soul 6000x8000