The Walls of Egypt

I only remembered it for a minute second Some dream bound for the black hole. A minuscule moment it was Slipping into the fabric of no dimension. The actor forgetting their single stage moment In the shortest act created for the oblivion. Recording under my attentive fatigue: Running! In a state of dead weight Away from the fictitious villains of terror Scurrying up the hill Knowing safety was my mission! But this destination paved a way For something more supreme. A lengthy field in the small gardens of a little German forest. Apple trees lined perfectly, strapped to the summer grass. The small garden sheds in front of me sat perfectly still. The large, busy city straying far from sight and sound. The hill behind me disappeared. Now, the fresh dug soil lays seeds of flowers and vegetables Covered with a thin white tarp And spread extensively across the field As it lays next to those apple trees. A presence comes forth from thin air As a squire to journey me through my next mission. I became ecstatic when it began A quest that would defy a moment of gravity An expedition to resurrect the ancients Bring back the minds buried in sand and trapped tunnels To grasp the power doubted by modern animals Seizing its power must be my purpose! Whatever it may be, I spoke to my squire... “This! This is the key! The key to a power beyond the concept of conscious. An idea so great, time itself could freeze. This here, my companion, are the Walls of Egypt and the Trees of Rome.” Such a slumber now had slept And an awaken action has arrived.