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?