Shrouding all the ground me, is this holy crow above me...

Its black as holes within a memory
Blue as our new second sun
I stick my hand into the shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand
Which I attempt to re-assemble
To see just who I might have been

But I do not recognize the vessel
Though the eyes seem so familiar
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
singing one familiar song...

...A child's rhyme stuck in my head
it said that life is but a dream
i've spent so many years in question
to find i've known this all along...