Lucid Nation

This is another thing i've been working on. It's for a spoken word piece my friends recorded a little while back. I just have a few more lines to go before I can consider it done.

Lucid Nation (I call it Richie's dream though)

crossed green eyes open
under a veil of pearl white sleep
an unknown yet familiar landscape
a chimerical colored horizon glows behind the shroud
wipe your eyes clean
dust yourself off
don't wake up
just go

three limpid pools
stagnant and hyper-reflective
neatly arranged and evenly placed
right, left, and behind
beyond them -- amaranthine flatlands
only measureless terrain – nothing more.

feel the crush
of the vast and infinite
turning you into dust
weaker now and feather-light
the pools tempt you to drink
like a sirens call to a seafarer's ear

fall to your knees at the shore
above your sun-framed reflection
dry, cracked hands slip gently into the water
and you anxiously wait for the concentric ripples
to spread outwards from your fingertips
no ripple – only a reflection

sunken eyes and pockmarked cheeks
like iron eaten away by it's own rust
skin, pale and etiolated
am I dying?, you wonder

the pool begins to drain
dragging sand and rock
and the grim visage to the center
like an hourglass
with each grain of sand
each bead of water
you are renewed

rise to your feet
and a tap on your shoulder
an amorphous face
stares at you through closed eyelids
translucent hands stretch outward
marmoreal skin caresses your cheek
a mothers touch

clusters of inchoate figures
lay quietly, strewn thick across the flatlands
the formless figure drops it's hands
“you were the first to arrive”, said the figure
“you do it”

among the fearful thoughts
and confusion invading your mind
walks a peaceful surrender
arms raise with dandelion hands
a visceral scream to the void
“that's it”, said the figure

wait out the rain
wait out in the rain

tear through the firmament
cataracts of rain rush through
and wash clean the blank canvas