When the dreamer is cut open
The surgeons are swallowed by the dream
The medium crossed over
And was devoured by ants
Acupuncture needles
Go through to where the dream fades
A masseuse became
A mannequin without hands
In the sleep laboratory
Centipedes infest computers
Neither therapy nor soporifics
Could cure him
He dreamt until the day he died
And then he could not tell
If he was dreaming or the world