| 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 |