THE LARGER CIRCUMFERENCE
Dreams come in a hundred and more sizes :
and it's said it is quite lucky if you see your
hands in one. They seem to be without time
to me, so why should I sense my hands? And
anyway what would I be grasping? Everything
I thought was illusion and then gone? All that
spirited disquiet of things twisting and turning
about. Doorways set on spindles that enter
into fountains, and mountains of spaghetti
where waspish people dwell - it all makes
so little sense to begin with that having
hands would only add degree to mystery.
Enter at your risk, and handle with care?