right beside me on the pillow
It lay next to my head
as a cube of colours
cross sectioned but not cut
laid bare though not hurting
So intensely stained by saffron and amber was she,
that in that moment, i knew i knew everything
Alongside my sleeping head
the dream ran soundlessly on
and from these ordinary scenes came
answers to problems long held, and solutions found
And thus assured that i had found my place
within this twisting, turning fractal world
in preparation i began to pack
tea-chests, filling them with coloured crockery.