Yesterday I napped

It was an interesting slumber
And a lady there told me:

“Your days are NUMBERED!”

So,  with that in mind:

I put on my hat, slipped on my shoes
While throughout the Universe, She spun her ruse

I got to my post with my cup of dark roast, staring
I could see nothing, the Math wasn't functioning
This dimension has definitely blown a fuse!

“There is no LEVEL!”

By god,

She spelled it backwards!

             LEVEL

What should we expect?
The thoughts continued as she spoke.
Smoke began to fill the void and we began to choke.
This is where
I probably should have paid attention...

Today,

I Stab to get myself free
Only to realize
I never was ME
As the knife plunged deeper
I became the Reaper

All of the eyes wide open
Our destination chosen
Art poured from the carcass
And became the very spark

That we all need.

Tomorrow you are me!
The Universe agrees...