Pieces....

Laying out the pieces of the dream, I wonder what fell through the crack? What happened after you went out? Was the room really spinning? After I waited, After she came in, Was it just the bed that was going Around and around? Why did I climb out the window? Who was it, coming up the stairs? And then, The man at the podium, His irrational smile. He doesn't see me, He's talking to an empty room. Something invisible Was going on. I remember, There was dirt in one of my shoes. From a cave.... I dumped it on the table.... Around the candles.... Was that some part Of the ceremony?