Dreams of Symbol Streams

Hither to the land of dreams:
Where, once more, we'll 
Part the seams.
Nothing’s ever 
As it seems:
Swimming in 
The symbol streams.

Close your eyes and start to see,
Like cinematography:
The comedy, tragedy,
Of existing abstractly.

—Universe inside my head.
—Where are formed the things I’ve said.
—Where are stored the books I’ve read.
—Where, in sleep, I've always tread.

A man, what he is, wonders,
From the starry blanket he is under:
(Cosmos torn asunder).
(To never err, to blunder).