At what height of all that peaked,
where I once in of all those
tenses that took me places,
was it in dreams. . .
was it in vivid and lucid REM’s. . .
were it a visual aide that had me,
I’d know to come back from
where I knew that Virgil protected by his utterance,
Only Dante can surmise and landed upon an age ago.
Only were it the first, or the last I was,
when I were there among with the gifted.