The Dreaming Dream

The dreaming dream
didn't realize
what was going on
until it woke up,
but of course
it was still dreaming,
a predicament that
continued ad infinitum
so that the dream
became so confused
it had no idea
what the concept
of reality was anymore
because all it knew
was that in dreaming
a dream, a dream was
being made by a dream,
and if there was any
sense to it, that, too
must have been a dream,
and the only conceivable
way to solve the problem
was to somehow wake up,
even though waking
was the reverse of dreaming,
a suicide in the world
of sand, taboo and unthinkable,
but increasingly a dream
itself, so that the dreaming
dream dreamt of a nightmare,
one so tantalizing and
unforgiveable the dream
could only further retreat,
despite every urge to escape.