IN THE DROWSY DARK CAVE OF THE MIND, DREAMS BUILD THEIR NEST WITH FRAGMENTS DROPPED FROM THE DAY'S CARAVAN THE LINE BETWEEN DREAM AND DEATH IS GAUZY AND FRAGILE. SHE LEADS THOSE TOO NEAR IT FROM ONE SIDE TO THE OTHER Language, vocabulary, ideas, imagery -- everything succumbed to my one intense purpose of thinking & dreaming myself back into that world of periwigs & long s's which for some odd reason seemed to me the normal world... OUT OF A MISTY DREAM OUR PATH EMERGES FOR A WHILE, THEN CLOSES, WITHIN A DREAM... I FELT AS IF I WERE MOVING IN BRACKISH WATER, AS IF I WERE DROWNING, EVEN THOUGH I KNEW I STOOD ON DRY LAND