Upon awakening abruptly.

Behind the face, the skull within

The organ pulses.

Beyond the brain, the mind: a place

Without substance.

Hear the keening of the wind there

Salty lips are whistling

Tunes arcane to any tongue

Unremembered.

Every grain of sand a mountain

Each drop of rain a sacred font

Is this the path through utter darkness

Or the highway to the blessed realm?

Halt!

Time does not march here.
Return now to the world.