You’ve been visited by a presence without person
A traveling chant
the room is filled, and suddenly larger
Warm enough to sleep

You are held without hands
Dancing without moving
Seeing things exclusive to you
Hearing strangely soothing syllables
Incomprehensible in any language

It sounds like dawn and morning
Between the two, the line splits into a web
The day begins earlier than usual
Before anyone’s up

The world’s in soft focus
Time is at a standstill while everything is happening

You dive into the dark again
Hoping for another guest
The black blanket keeps the things you see that no one knows
And they will stay in your room