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