A Psychedelic Marching Band Of A Thousand Peacocks Part Uno Poem by Goocolbe Questioni

He dreamed he was wandering around in a Great Forest; of which possessed a beauty that had only one comparable...

As he wonders at the shear isness and aesthetics of this serene land, his contemplation is snatched short when, out of the ether, Smack-Crash and all is dark.

He runs about aimlessly: shouting, kicking, clawing, screaming, scratching and pleading for something, anything that will again illuminate the Great Forest.

Burning, raging, incendiary Panic finds refuge in him.

Then, upon proper orientation, Panic cools to an arctic Apathy.

Apathy takes root quickly as it is welcomed and praised for its soothing suppression of the terrible Awareness that all is dark and lifeless.

Ironically, out of this alliance he builds shelter.

A protective prison with reinforced walls thick enough to shield him even from the life giving Illumination that exists now only as a frail ember located at the very end of an imaginary beaten path in some far-out, hypothetical land.

He finds comfort in this prison of his own creation. But as his comfort grows, so does the terrible Awareness of the emptiness and absence that festers and wafts about all that surrounds him.