John ab adsum

I've just had a parcel -

Is seems rather fine.

Wrapped in plain paper

And steel-like strong twine.

I've no idea who sent it,

Or where it comes from

But it's six inches cube -

And is mine - all mine!

Early this morning,

Lying in bed,

I noticed an object on the window ledge -

Then went back to sleep...

Yet my parcel remained,

In the deepest dreams,

Showing ages and places

I'd never before seen.

Were they part of me

Was I part of them

Where was our reality -

Without or within?

I'm now waking up -

And, there, I can see

A shiny black cube -

A present for me?