Dreams Within Dreams

My eyeballs move as though witnessing scenes within eyelids. Face, just like obeying commands of some far-off spirits, skids Heaven, with the triune god and the angels illumine I cross the boundaries and reach all realms beyond human Truth and untruth are tenderly mixed like milk and water. Where's my skill gone that culls out shapes from mud as a potter? There's a sensation. It's like the touch on a touch-me-not. Between what's seen and unseen, known and unknown, there's a knot. As a small drama that is enacted within a long play Does the unsaid truth sparkle, piercing the veils of each ray? Do the deeds of good overpower the deeds of evil? Between brain, bones, blood, nerves, and muscles, there's an upheaval. Sitting aside my flowing stream of thoughts and thoughtlessness Do I, the dreamer, discover my own dream's plotlessness? Cuffed with cautions, causations, cognitions, and cogitations Aren’t each dream and the dreamer bound by vague limitations?