mana from heaven

rain falls thick and gray
and now i cannot see anything
much less the foggy crags and spires behind me,
and in front

the straw bank crumbling, unseen.
tumbling forward and suddenly borne along
a path indiscriminately carved long ago
moving forward and thinking of nothing,

as i worry, alone.
lights flash from my mind to the world
overlaid and whirling between reality and dream.
virtual idols, eidolons, perhaps,
rupturing the bounds between internity and reality
that exist for so many others.

open sores along my ribs
eyes too big and starry
a broken shoulder
the rain thrums

which way is up?
which is forward?