The garden | a reflection of things to follow

Who are you?

Who am  I?

Why are you here?

Why am I already here?

Where are we?

In the belly of an untamed beast

besides the apple-blue-tree;a mouse by (y)our side 

we dive in, within, without a doubt,

peeling our skin

layer by

by layer

like an onion; weeping,

"I got some friends inside the garden!"

"What garden?", she replied

waiting for me 

beside the log

outside.

Before I step back,

back from the undying eye,

I want to see

I want to see!

me in the mirror, 

the unlying mirror,

lying in front of me

reflecting the conspiracy
                                                                                                   that I fail to see

"Who am I?  Where are we?"
 screamed the unknown reader; finally

the lizard wakes from his slumber,

tip-toes out from the tripped-out garden under;

The garden, a magical world within the

world, a desert with no oasis.

We are trapped here forever