Dreamer

From world mind born in vast intuition,
where what is real is what is unreal,
I bask in an opaque constitution
of wishes difficult to reveal.

Light gravity and heavy levity
intertwine into a seamless embrace
mocking all sense with a felicity
so great, that only nonsense falls in place.

A dream is a tree with dank roots in air,
laden branches sprawling immense in earth,
and where up is down, down is up, and where
unearthed, lifeís an arbor of cosmic mirth.

When Iím awake, I sleep in possible,
When I sleep, I wake to impossible.