Occasionally I anticipate the future
I feel the future before it happens
I knew that a monk had died
Long before we passed his accident
I dreamt your dream in minute detail
Which neither of us could explain
Was I intruding within your dream
Or were you the wretched intruder
I see beauty where there is no beauty
And decay where there is no decay
I am currently travelling on a wide river
Seeking the fork of the three islands