A wild dream wakes you,

tears you out of 

the spiral you are swimming in,

sending you, reeling, into a new reality. 

Unknowingly, you are prepared,

Was it light in the morning,

when the fog was thick on the water,

and the world was cracking its eyelids at the dawn?

Did the thin layers of ice persuade you?

Repair the world, 

pull off the patterned papers. 

Leave the walls all bare and empty, 

no toll, free entry.