A dream I had the other night,
seemed another glimpse of light.
Barely had this waking went,
and anew again, percepts rent,
Out of void a world distinct,
only to dissolve: extinct.
Of what still I can recall,
before the tug into the fall,
I sat and saw myself in glass.
My image morphed and was not mine,
and then all flickered, fluxed, and twined:
both sides were held within one mind.
Perspective pulled into the mirror,
beyond to that which has no seer.
Woke to darkness, form abed,
though perhaps again within my head.
As these words emerge to tell,
of what was seen and gone so well,
The dream begins to fade anew,
And all seems empty, through and through.