Expanses of Unfolding ((___))

I dream I dream I dream of those white sheets and their infinite expanse
the gaps they bridged, the purity and solace of their ever-unfolding
volumes, they were - the journey, the destination, the goal
While everything assumes the yellow tint of decay and nicotine,
these sheets, that room, you -
you glow and shine and the light pouring forth is both
blinding and illuminating,damning and uplifting, as -
as the source is gone, internalized,
compartmentalized into a small liquid-crystal box,
a box
that
while
pure
is
removed
but I can taste it: the glare haunts the periphery,
it brightens and shines on all things,
and the memory of what was is haunting and cursing and enraging, but -
the memory serves, the memory serves, the memory serves
not well,
only in vaguely in uplifting the heaviest burden of
yesterday, but -
the memory serves