18/06/2007, 15.40

In the year two thousand and seven,

On Monday the eighteenth of June,

At approximately twenty minutes to four,

You retUrned

From the dream,

Freed from the illusion of time

And of memories,

Of certificates, licences, passports,  

Records of birth, of marriage, of death,

All the bureaucratic trappings of your identity,

Like unremembered names on railway stations

Sliding past at speed

As you retUrned

From the dream,

Freed from the illusion of time,

At approximately twenty minutes to four,

On Monday the eighteenth of June,

In the year two thousand and seven.