=In my own world=

In my own world I am walking
down a long and empty street.
No, a long corridor echoing
now glides beneath my feet.
Doors magically appear,
walls painted in deceit.
No, voices hushed in fear
look from the window seat
down into my world below,
an ocean of purple and green,
where no lavenders grow,
only a makeshift painted screen.
White and black leaves inked
crumble from stone to dust.
No, ashes mixed in a drink
from bamboo burning fast.
Witches from the East
pinned upon my breast
conjure another beast
which fails the Turing test.