It's midday
in a room outside of time;
the starry universe floating gently
around it;
the voices of people
echoing back and forth
out in the mystery
some call the real world;
phonemes and morphemes rising
like winding pillars of smoke
out of the scattered campfires
of savannahs, steppes, taigas, tundras, prairies
and deserts

me just a soaring point
of cognition
in a room outside of time