Conversations With Lucid Poem by Mark Nichols

All these directions coming to us at the same time
This song is always changing
How did the universe know how far we could scale?

Maybe on a planet
I'll take a box of peace of mind
And leave it on the ground
For the aliens

I don't remember much of anything now
About the house and lovely life
In coldfoot there's a lesson

"Let's start a club for everyone"
That's all we had to say
Now It's been eighteen years
Did we say something to make them disappear?

And my soul's wrapped in ghostly drapes of gloom
And in some part of the heart
There are worms who say a prayer

He tells a story of getting on planes
To help our fellow man
Rumplestiltskin
That old man had this to say
"No one can see us
How did those shells got there up on that mountain? "

By the time I wake up
Darkness can not push the darkness away

Just tell me what you thought you heard me say
Time machine delights
A narwhal whistle chorus spray
There is hardly sun at all in Dobryanka

Our children will be skinny
Not you, not me
We go softly when we go
Without any clothes on
Hardly any