Flash forward
to awakening
within another
dream..
except this time
the vessel
I inhabit..
doesn’t quite
belong to me.

Somebody else
is staring at me
from afar through
stranger’s eyes.
Merely as image
of my Geist
within his mind..
I am materialized.

And as he writes
these blurry visions down,
he whispers to himself
under his breath.
Another page
is crumpled..
yet another
torn to shreds.

What is this
troubled stranger,
scribbling madly
with his quill,
so desperate to
faithfully transcribe?
My spirit freezes
in sheer horror..
it’s the story
of my life.

Before I know it,
the whole manuscript
he labored over
restlessly
is thrown into
the chimney..
and goes up
in flames.

And then
his visions of me
cease at last..
I am forgotten.
Into nothingness
I slowly fade.

The only time
he ever thinks of me
again is when
he is awakened from
his dream.
And then he sees
himself
merely as blurry
images..
through my own
eyes..
as I am scribbling
this poem..
about seeing me
through him.