The Realm of Possibility and Has Happened

In the realm of my subconscious mind,
I am standing on
the Crest of Decision,
the Peak of Possibility.
And below, all the forsakers stare up from the Ravine of Impossibility,
up at the lone figure 

posed over the lip of the Crest.

The slope of Has Happened is before me,
folding in towards those shimmering ranges off in the distance, 

and dare I push off, down the slope, towards the ranges-

the future.

Will I and dare I push off. Decide. Is it possible?

Clusters of clouds sail smoothly by the Crest,

undisturbed. And I am-
amidst soundless bliss and limitless

possibility.

And the sun's rays pour dazzlingly down through an opening in the clouds,
onto the Slope
of what is Possible

and Has Happened,
that I can. And I do
simply push off the Crest onto the Slope 

of Has Happened --

It has happened 

and I am on the Slope, 

below the Crest, 

towards the Range
of the Future.