Analysis of getting back

in darkness,
I was dreaming...
my hands flew
away, as birds,
my head,
a cage broke
in an instant
into pieces,
I heard a cracking
sound,
my feet melted,
chains transformed
as a garland that
freed as flowers,

slowly, I gave away
everything I had
with grace,
my body,

its parts adorned
the garden, the sky,
the ground,
yet, I was complete,
until I woke up,

in a second, I got
back everything I lost,

broken,
with thoughts,
words,

imperceptible virus,
black fungus,
white lies,
cold wars,
global warming,

I know I will get back
when the day breaks
into silence,
being in the dark, is it
ever so disorienting,
I wondered
wide awake