The problem was that the problem was here
sometimes not so bad, but now quite severe:
that usually, on waking, in the early morning,
I would wait for hours for the day to start dawning.
It would stare me right-back in the face from the mirror:
pale-faced and black-eyed but still looking for cheer –
and irises blue – sky blue – still full of hope,
but then back along the long hall to bed would I grope.
But as I try to retreat, the room that I’m in
suddenly moves and jars – starts to whirl and spin:
I reach out for the wall – but the wall isn’t there –
my fingers reach hopelessly, strafing the air.
Reality blackens and beginning to stall
through a hole in the floor that wide opens – I fall!
It matters now, not, which reality I’m from –
for the world that I was in – and all in it – has gone:
and the new, darkened, reality – this seething black bin
reeks of evil and monsters all crawling with sin.
Here I’ll fight to survive, whilst I look for a door
that will bring my consciousnous back to the world-from-before
and back to the body that lies, still, in the hall
where it lays empty and lifeless and cold from the fall
but that meat is unwelcoming – for my heart has now stopped –
so from here to another plane-of-existence I hop.
From one world, then, to another, a new reality I leap –
but the wisdom I find in each place shall I keep,
and finally bringing it back from the distance I range,
I know only this: this world has to change!