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