At that time
the skies raged.
And I was whisked away.
Twisted up into space.
Folded into the fabric.
Set down in a world without woe. 
Blissful slumber.
But my stay was not for long
and I took to turbulent seas.
Once ashore,
I wept.
I had but a broken shell and a ripped up map.
I didn't know then 
but I also had a vessel to build.
I stumbled my way through construction. 
I couldn't find the blueprint.
Rather, I didn't know to look. 
It would go smoothly for a time.
Until a measurement was short.
Or a thumb smashed.
Nonetheless it went on. 
That day.
When I finally saw what I was doing. 
That day.
Measurements still come up short.
And thumbs are still smashed.
But I can see the vessel I am to build.
And how to build it.