Listen as I stir in my sleep. I dream that a blaze All consuming Swallows us up into ash. Repeating ad infinitum. It is the feint sun Coming ever closer Like a comet Coming to cleanse our sins To see the beginning once again. I do not irrationally fear dreams, But their growing lucidity Makes my blood curdle And my heart freeze. What is in these dreams That my eyes falsely interpret. Since I know not what it means I just live through it. Watching the memories Come in droves And I cannot choose where it goes. An endless peak Comes from my mouth, But I am not speaking. The words just fall out. The first time the ether Selected a dream, One found the light and the solutions. I only find a trash heap of wonders. Even as I rise, I cry in flight. None of these constants change. Dreams just distract From a malleable reality Where time meddles And the bathtub overflows. I still cannot tell where it goes.