A Dream Within a Dream Within a Dream

I am the glistening flow of golden ink,

perfectly formed script,

like calligraphy,

golden words,

coming through me,

that are you,

liquid gold caressing this page of me,

(white and golden),

creating when I step out of the way

a perfectly formed answer (as to why)

I dreamt that both my mother and I

dreamt that we felt an earthquake in my dream

and when I tried to figure out

what these dreams meant within my dream

I became a golden script,

fluid flowing glistening writing on a page,

you within my hand,

yet when I tried to understand

the meaning of this script,

I stopped being a channel

and my writing began to scrawl,

in this dream within a dream

reminding me that I cannot understand

(logically)

snow white page

golden glistening ink,

this perfect golden script.