Mindscape (1994) Poem by Patrick Wescott

Take a walk down rainbow corridors,
step into the great white hall,
and there you will find the door.

The key is in your hand, open your mind.
Descend on steps of one hundred,
and leave your clothes on the floor.
For no modesty is allowed here.

Peer over the lanscape of your mind,
and enjoy the source of creation.
The rivers run deep,
like the thoughts in your head.
And the hills roll on,
like you and a lover in bed.

Go for a swim,
and let the waters cleanse your soul.
Now run through the hills
to set yourself free.

Now you are ready to rejoin reality.
But you'll return tomorrow night,
And you will be revived again.