Other lands; other skies.
Not of earth.
Lands of red sky and green sea;
Lands of gray sky and silver forests.
Lands as endless as the sands,
and nameless as the waves of the sea.
Watch realities shift into one another,
Slip by, slip by, slip by,
Like fleeting images seen
in a nightride through chaos.
Come with me then, to where consciousness ends.
Where experience missed,
sets an iron boundary on our lives.
Come to a land of red sky and green sea,
And a land where the gray sky
locks hands with the elfin forest.
Come with me to a land that has no name.
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Today, this is a poem, because I shifted its order, set it into lines, and tweaked where needed. It started as the opening paragraphs of a novel.