I have been traveling to no end.
    How long till it ends?
Truly a long time for a walk.
A second for the body,
    Forever for the mind.
I've gone mad (or maybe sane),
    in the short time of that long walk.
Who wouldn't, given time
    (and better watches)
    than any other to explore nothing.
To learn I own the universe
    and nobody is on the phone.
I have gotten lost in
    the rooms of my house.
    (As have others.)
My soul, the silver cord, tangled
    in the vines of a hundred worlds.
My mindhouse. A garden
    of edible tubers and poison ivy,
    of people no longer meat.
Many doors to many places on many worlds.
Trust me, believe Me; not yourself.
For it is the place, not who visits.
It is the story, not who tells it.
And words echo down to hell itself:
         A Hell forever green.