THE HOUSE OF SLEEP
It is a house with many doors,
no two alike.
I am at home in all its rooms
of time and place.
My changing person, gender, speech
hold no surprise.
I know who I am in my sleep,
behind my face.
If you ask which of them is false
and which is true
Enter the house with me and call,
I'll answer you.
Here inside the darkness,
the eye of light opens
As mind travels inward
to a fourth dimension.