Happy or insane?

Winding down the path

An old woman smiled a good smile at me

And goodness in a realm lived outwardly

And on a shell or in a shell

The faerie or big foot realm

Or alien one

If goodness is a realm

Is heaven not just in the head?

And if I were to meet big foot, fae, or alien down my insane street

I’ll go mad

And posit they’re out there,  more than mind

More than just my dream

If I seek this madness

Where will it lead?

Elven castles hidden in puddles or creeks, or flutes in magpies, orchestra in cocktails behind bars, or doors, or love or the dream I dream that changes into Judgement

Judgement comes upon the soul

A broken climate, a crust, a layer,

Holds my breath

At they out there looking in

Pointing

But if I don’t judge me

That realm collapses completely

Is my madness a mirror?

Is my love insanity?

Do I dream?

Am I really looking at a good old woman, smiling a good smile at me?

Then I say heaven exists,

Ill say therefore it’s possible