--
But it's a dream and nothing more
and he can't even seem to breathe.
Oh damn dead ends without a door
but it's a dream and nothing more.
Like martyrs cling to Gospel's core
he grasps at life, wakes, then fears leave;
but it's a dream and nothing more
and he can't even seem to breathe.

Glenn Bagshaw

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/infinite-regress-on-and-on-triolet/