Outro : The Wormhole


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?