Where Do Dreamers Go?

Who knows where dreamers go?
The spotted horse with grey feathers
and barbed tail comes flying into my dreams.

Upon closer inspection,
the horse has no name,
and its nostrils flare
with the wrath of Khan.

For all I know,
there are dreams inside dreams
like Matryoshka dolls,
and I’m just a little girl
from another world
unknown to this one,
taking apart
dreamers while they’re sleeping.