Recall the dream of Luxor,
How fluids will arrive.
As if by call or schedule,
Resume through the morning tide.
Where entry is by seaweed gate,
And plan the plan of dreams,
To lose oneself in rebirth,
In all that is and all that seems.

So ladies, fish, and gentlemen,
Here’s my angled dream,
See me in the blue sky bag,
And meet me by the sea.