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