“I tear in dreams across the north sea or I travel mentally wild through all million thoughts the mind sings.”
No. Only THIS and from each “this” I crawl entangled into this.
“Pulled out through window”
I blink and I’m gone again. Leaping beyond this while still alive. “This candle glowing.” Shrieking across the dark sky. “I see you through the snow and I’m gone.” Into the spring, all in my mind.
Back to this specific spot in the river in spring thaw.
“With all dreams burning off, as if lightning has struck here, I hold this.”