Zooming in from a distant nightnThrough clouds of storm and slowed down lightnThe mistress of shadows in a meadow on a rocknIs picking a lock as the mossy trees talknAwakened in a pond the turtle comes forthnWith promise of action as secrets unfoldnSleepers are walking with blindfold and booknA push through the fabric is all that it tooknnIn a whirlwind of truth the center was clearnOn the back of a turtle I waded through fearnHeavy is the dream as I burn in the sunnnHeavy is the dream as I fall just for funnZooming out from an endless flightnThrough oceans of doubt and left here or rightnThe master of illusions in a field on a stonenIs setting a trap in a bull's hip bonenAlways on it's toes the turtle sees allnWith mouthfuls of brilliance she gives me the ballnAs serpents are writing it down in my booknA push through the fabric is all that it took