in the dream, the sad-eyed cyclops welcomed the dreamer/tourist.
the room was spacious, but the dreamer found it abutted a long corridor
that bent at slight angles at every door,
and the only way out of the ground floor
was through the dreamer’s room.
as if in apology, the cyclops handed the dreamer
a huge fistful of coins of his realm,
and the dreamer struggled
to look into the gentleman’s eye
with neither pity nor fascination.
the cyclops left and the dreamer was alone,
but he knew he had better wake up soon
or the dream would ossify
into the real.