Through an assemblage of oak and spruce,
Through my intuition I have come to deduce,
That all is not correct in my environment,
And as I emerge, I voice my sentiment.

“I have appeared in a place so strange,”
Casting my eye upon it, watching it rearrange.
“Be this dream or fantasy?”
Defining my purpose should be key.

“We are inspired,
And so we create,
Our minds are wired,
A perfect state.”

But who are these others of that I speak?
I sense that I’m not alone,
And with a prickle and a tweak,
My mind is suddenly blown.

I’m in a forest I’ve heard about only in myth and tale,
Across the ground scurry pheasant and quail.
I was on a journey through outer space,
When we arrived at this great place.

I have entered in to a dimension parallel,
It is a likeness of my old world but bizarre,
I look up to the sky and cannot tell,
Which is my original home, which star?

If any?
Oh how many?