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?
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