Outro : The Wormhole

It′s the riptide, the grain of a strong gale
One ridge of a rugged universe
Feet leave no prints and vision is without sight
And yet when most I wink then do mine eyes best see the unknown
As we commit our bodies we become absorbed
Multiple dimensions wait for us
There might be a world where day and night coexist
Beside an ornamental flower
A tree stretches out its hideous branch
The perfectly square mirror reveals a twisted scene
In that dream, I face a completely different me
Thy fair imperfect shade through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay

And when we wake at this tunnel’s end
What vision awaits?