A Dream of the Empty

I had a dream once; in this dream, I died.

My body stopped, and from it I emerged.

I soon forgot this ultimate divide,

For nothing showed that my two halves diverged

The place I was looked just like my hometown;

At first, I did not know that I had died.

But, I looked a little closer, and found

That this was not the home where I reside.

Sanity soon fell away from the world

For this place knows no purpose nor meaning.

I learned that from the cosmos I’d been hurled.

Doomed, lost, and nothing intervening.

I woke to find that it had been a dream,

But not that place, at least to me it seems