improvise or go home

some get lost and drift out of sight

as they paddle for dear life

leap in fearlessly without even asking how deep it is

(infinitely deep)

to open up new rooms, new corridors, new intrigues

not an opium vision but something stranger still

its intricate and indefinitely expandable alluring webs

fellow-travelers in the mapping and remapping

its green-limed gardens of multiple forking paths

with beginnings, middles and ends being no longer

it now remains somewhat at the fringe

so easily set aside as merely a vision in a dream

integrated into the dream park of the hyperreal