Baited steps into the
places I have no recollection of
Lucky streaks have kept my
dawns from going dusk forever

I awake to the
illusion of walls and mirrors
And fall into a
trance of timeless becoming

Back to, and out of, this dream
I’ve wept over bleak aspects
but have never been more enamored with
My patience for the meaning

My dawns and dusks give way to the
silent mornings I can think nothing of.
The laymen I am floats, basks,
And sinks into
The novelty of this one