In a dream

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2021/06/24/untitled/ In a dream I travel to my eye But beyond the colors and dilations, I cry In the whole, geometry is at the center And I gravitate towards the triangle like tweezers to a splinter It illuminates brighter than the Sun, in darkness reality is undone I know I can’t see past the gate, for dreaming casts the illusion of my fate If only I could turn back the hands of time, but I know the hands are one For time is but a rhyme, and its always “just begun” like the seed of life from the Sun