It’s the rip tide
The grain of a strong gale
One ridge of a rugged universe
Feet leave no prints
And vision is without sight, and yet
When most I wink, then do
Mine eyes best see the unknown
As we commit our bodies
We become absorbed
Multiple dimensions wait for us
There might be a world where day
And night coexist
Beside an ornamental flower
A tree stretches out its hideous branch
The perfectly square mirror
Reveals a twisted scene
In that dream
I face a completely different me
Thy fair imperfect shade through
Heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay
And when we wake at this tunnel’s end
What vision awaits?