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