Trip to the Eighth Dimension

When I wake up this morning

Stumble shaky out of sheets, walk to the window

Fog blanks out every view

overnight icebergs have flowed close around

can’t see beyond ten feet

that is, I am swallowed whole by a stratus seeker

Expedited to the eighth dimension

Me and this capsulated house

Alone in some universe.

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