Out of the tunnel of dream I crawled,
trailing the mud of fear and hope
its seaweed and debris
Out on the boat of my body I floated
through underground cavern
to cave mouth and wind roar
to stand on the shore of forgetfulness
among the air drinkers
the sun-eaters in the meadows of light
Out of the river of sleep I woke
to open the book of day—
cloud-rent, geese-scrawled, light-shot—
plunging into history