Garden & Gravestone

My heart is lost in the Darklands,

my mind is swarmed in its shadow.

My vessel walked out; my eyes stay in,

Is this me? Or is it human combustion? 

The abyss I venture in sleepscape.

Swallows me in the mouth of caves,

I've drowned in Lethe, but never seen,

One ounce of the glimmering sun.

The house's thus I hover in, 

Push forward too and snake,

Gripping grain, at the hallway frame,

The murky fog seems omnious. 

And in this I arrive, I then surmise 

In an outland outdoor dream tank. 

With balmy eyes

Glued to glass,

Pushing out my body flows...

On a gloomy lawn 

Into garden pond, 

Surrounded by 

Lily pads and gravestones.