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In the deep spiked pine forests

On a walk you forgot you took

Snow up your knees

Twenty feet away

An enormous old house

Not abandoned, smoke from the chimney

Large windows, dark wood walls

A forest castle here for you 

To explore perhaps

Eyes flash pink with sun light 

Through the unlocked door 

In the main hall

Taste the dust

 Ancient carvings everywhere

A cough from upstairs

There by the broom closet

With chemical smells and an open door

There seems a staircase goes down

Let’s go down there

All kinds of paths and passes 

Down in the basement 

A maze of wooden tunnels 

Full of paintings and the smell of cigar smoke

Down tunnel 783

More carvings 

Ink drawings on the wall

A kind of sign language 

It must be

Mouse, circle, person

I know that mark 

Knock on the mark

Door opens

A boy with long hair

Fur clothes

Pipe in his mouth

Spear in hand 

“What took you so long? Come in.”

Enter a wooden cave

A dozen people here

Lying on pillows 

Smoke clouds and smoke rings

Hookahs and pipes and rolls of every kind 

The ceiling made of fog

Lanterns and blankets on mystic carpets 

A smell of lotus flower and incense 

“You come for old man?”

A cleaning woman asks

White blonde hair

Short, with tanned skin, very friendly

You don’t know where you are

“Oh, well what your name?”

You don’t remember

“Let me help you Mister Name.  I am Zophia.”

A handshake of cold purple water 

Mrs. Zophia, how long have you been here

“More than most, I’m the only one the old man trust.”

“But she’s with us.” Pipe smoking boy says

He smiles

“She helps us, she’s the best of us takers.” 

“But I no take anything.” She says. “I just help.”

Very confusing

“Take this.” A frog shaped pipe

Full of golden sap burning

Take a deep puff in

Give your sawed legs to Zophia

She’ll fix them while you float

You’ll need your arms though

To sway the sacred dance

The stars orbiting the earth

Twinkling like a bone wind chime 

The rain makes feathers on your skin

The moon rumbles as it beats you with sticks

The eyes of a thousand fish open around you

Your spine bent like a jackets zipper 

The lemon smell of lakes and kayaks

Brought to the land of cushions

Tangling with the pillow people

Zophia returns your legs

And chews a honeycomb

The sugar beetles vengeful but quiet

Soon she enters the cushioned land

Falling like a comet to her pillow

The piped boy standing strong

His shoulders straight against the door

His spear in his hand

A jealous god takes his eraser 

And tries to scratch away the work of man

But Zophia and I cooked and ate his tongue

Into the room of the two tea sisters

They’ll give you stones for luck

And you’ll wonder why you weren’t lucky enough 

Their cats pawing at your exposed muscles

Their dogs eating your bones

Their parrots pecking your heart and lungs

In a near dead heap on a leaf floor 

Thankfully the flower rabbit takes pity

With you revived

Zophia with a tea pot

Shave the tea ones bald

And give them to the river god

And now the god is pleased 

His smile like a new silver ring

So bury yourself in the garden with peace

Wait until the ants come

They’ll sting but they’ll never bite

Softly the smell of oranges approach 

An earthquake leads into the electric river

Take the dragon boat of the blue fairy

Down the waves of forgotten seas

Zophia taking the sail rope

You paddling through the rocks

Past the toothed islands and coconut sharks 

Strawberry ice cream in porcelain and string

A mammoth tusk perfect for sunglasses 

Just as grass is to be dried

A march with roses back under ground

Down to the land of pillows

To make another adventure

With eyes tired of staying open

Before the sap will smoke out your nose

And puff into the ceiling
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