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