There is no perspective
of other or outside.
Both obverse and reverse
are simultaneous
While past and present form
a folding wave that flows
Now backward, then forward
in one eternal dream.
I found it as a child,
a house that was all mine
Where I could think and be
whatever I believed.
Half of me stayed outside
on guard, aware of spies
The inner self went free
to wonder as it pleased.
Leaving the day behind,
I came upon the night
And there I dreamed of things
past all imagining.