On the way to Enderby’s castle

by mudrhetoric

When I wake up,
I cannot tell what separates the days.
My dream is persistent
It bleeds in.

My world is self-enclosed.
I can see the end of the horizon.
It is bounded and shapes by two doors.
Which open to another world.

Beyond the threshold,
Lie things bent by time immemorial.
The infinite scape.
And the limit of the dream.