Waking in a world that is so diminutive I can see the back of my skull and in this I know how vast it is So I fly for a while Like an angel with a broken wing Not knowing if I am going to hit the earth or not But where have I gone Nowhere! I can’t seem to get the altitude I need to leave my world Like a wall that is endless with no soil for its beginning and no sky to give it a place to end Then it happens the obstacle is dissolving away evaporating and becoming the world I see So I continue My wing becomes better but the pain is still their. I drift Or at least it seems to me I have no direction Then I see in the distance the lighting that walks But what direction is this If I can see the back of my head The back of my mind Then doesn’t that mean that there is only won direction. I realize that this is true of all things in all worlds I let it come to me and me to it We become the center and in the center is the fixed and in the fixed there is nothing In The nothing There is the beginning.