Only in dreams is there consciousness
—No footnotes of mind: "we're aware"—
No care how the maze we created got there,
How bewildering the symbols are to us.
There we're the soul that we bow to and bless,
No parsing of breathing and heaven,
No mourning a world that can never awaken
Or look out for its own precious interests.
All answers lead back to the labyrinth,
The walls that divide from the unity.
Past the feeling of some deeper memory
No distinction will stay to imprint.
We wake to the maze, in its haze we're caught
Lost in the fractured confusion
Soon seeking the safety of our own sun
Whose sphere turns as slowly as our thoughts.
