Raindrops tap at the window soothingly.
the sound a conduit to other worlds.
Gates open and beings begin to whisper
their enchantments, wanting to lead me on.
My work clothes slip from me with no effort,
revealing only a bloodstained garment
with no discernable shape, organic,
slithering, tantalizing and tantric.
While my will is at rest, these beings take me,
but to where is yet to be determined.
Each attempt at rousing myself awake
is foiled, delirium is setting in.
At the sound of the alarm consciousness
rends me from the phantasmagorical!