and then she woke up
to that deeply undulating spatial dimension
behind closed lids,
behind the relenting of
i-am-an-i,
where information is
ordered not;
into the dragon,
where mirrors and pieces of color
gyrate patterns of all that is,
quartered in that wee tiny plenum of play
when all
was one
and known.

sleep
opened her realize.
and the dreamscape won
for a spell.