the windows came open

the windows came open last night and the breeze must have whispered to me in my sleep because i woke at 4:05am and wrote:

a dream, non-circular with the window open. the place i visited was a destination, but the top went down further than i thought; i followed her into the rabbit hole.

i do not understand these things,
but no longer do i confuse naiveté
for the absence of meaning.