world without end

Startled out of wakefulness
I stumble into a dream
Deep in the hear of everything
Where the seasons obey no rules

Above me a bird flies past
Dragging shackles in its wake
Chasing, perhaps,
After the memory of a long-lost love

Beneath my feet the earth rumbles
As beetles march by
With the gravity of war
furrowing their glistening brows

Beside me an elephant ponders the weight of the soul
And wonders if he should have more soul than me.