In dreams, I create infinity.
I walk down Escher’s infinite stairs
and trip – as a board breaks.
In dreams, I fall.
I fall and land in the sand.
In dreams, I build buildings
Eight miles high.
Each floor a mirror of different sights.
In dreams, I create life.
I satisfy that which is not satisfied.
They breathe, they live and die.
In dreams, I cancel reality,
I find my escape, and break the ladder down.
In dreams, I create infinity.
I manipulate time.
In dreams, I live forever.