Analysis of the Beginning starts at the end

Ascending cast iron steps,
as if to reach music coming from nowhere.
Approaching an abandoned crest,
gently yet effortlessly hurdling a silver steel bar.

No platform on the other side,
but instead of falling fast,
I glide.

Floating as a pantamorphous cloud,
through deathly still winds,
to some kind of structure,
that seems to bend.

Featherless mercurial sandals land.
An abandoned park; milky sand.
A street sign lying down as if to sleep.
Says "Pirate's Bay", what a strange name to keep.

Metal stars soar overhead adorned with swastikas
that seem to pierce vast black holes in the sky.
Instead of exploring this realm, i decide,
to see what lies on the other side.
I leap to the fissure, an immovable eye,
concealing all matter of incomprehensible light.
Bonded in crystalline, shining acrylic.
In all the excitement, i woke up... to music.