Lo, the castle, one large and swath,
I’d search forever, as I doth.
Exploration, so my heart demands,
Where? Over in far and distant lands?
Yes, gentle fellowman, sir brothers,
Mine outlying castle is like no other.
‘T will neither be a home nor a house,
But a place or dimension I shall espouse.
My castle is not physical–necessarily,
Neither with length, direction, ordinarily.
‘Tis a place far removed in existence,
A child’s dream, my place of residence.
It lies in a realm where reverie blooms:
Infinitely high, with infinite rooms–
Each being odd and endless in depth,
A wonderment, astonishing in breadth.
Aye, it shall be peculiar, non-absolute–
High as Babylon; a form most convolute.
And, will it house every possible thing,
All that could, yet not exist. Awe to bring.
Mine castle is a structure, an idea all in one.
Like a mind, my mind, whose work’s not done.
A countenance of imaginations non-accessible,
A number of windows, multitudes ineffable.
I yearn to live within my spacious head,
Place of boundless Heaven, lest I be dead.
The mote, my skull; the brain, a court too–
There, where endless dreams come true.
I shall dream dreams of so many dreams,
In my inconceivably large room so free.
A structure unutterable, always for delving,
Amazing! Oh, my unfathomably fat dwelling.
Yes, yes, one room alone, shall have a sea–
Eternal, without time, with no sailors to be.
And every impossible marvelous fish will swim;
Perhaps they’ll fly, they’ll jump, sing a hymn.
And yet another, one of rooms countless,
Shall I open to see the limitless, boundless.
To see an everywhere-place between spaces,
Within my head, with thought-pattern traces.
My castle is pure opportunity, incalculable,
Myself as king with a throne unmeasurable.
Be it in a land oh so long with many quests,
It reigns over all, for ‘tis the utmost best.
A place in-between the known and unknown–
A beautiful and elegant unimaginable home.
An embodiment of extensive, unbound fantasy.
Perhaps orderly or unfettered without anarchy.
The castle is tepid, unrestrained, un-tempered,
Fair, and just–the kingdom I’ve already entered.
Know, one can never find this secret dominion,
For inside my head, behind my eyes, is its position.
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