Quietly I wait with anticapation
as the queen journies into the forest
of thought to hunt the animal, she
brings back an answer and we feast
upon it's glory. Sustanence achieved
from the body of this being,
Intoxicating aroma of understanding,
The queen provides for her King the
knowledge of her soul and the king feeds
with great-hunger, and he himself journies
into the forest of thought, with a map
given to him from the queen,
No rabbits exist in this forest but only
the rabbit hole, he travels into darkness,
what next, sings a voice dawning
from the darkness, angelic it
calls to our king he fears not for
he is full of the nutrients of knowledge
His belly contains the learnings of
the queen, she gave to us her pondered
steps of boundless temptations of the
Mind that through her time spent
walking the forest of her soul she
was able to conjure these ghosts.
Darkness comes over his eyes although
They remain open, he can see no futher
His hearing has suffered no handicap
and the voice that calls to him is familiar
Speaking to him as a loved one should
He begins to gain sight back into the world.
He comes to see that even in this time
of loneliness he is not without the
love of his life, for in his belly and
now through his body, beats the
heart of her soul, and any journey
He shall take, she shall follow.
Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan