Bamboozled

The air under my feet
is so musty and cold
Put them by the fire
so I am told
More is also freezing
I slithered under the covers
Lights going out
and my brain still hovers
Mark the page
and close the book
Enter the middle
and I am the hook
Synchronicity at warp speed
waking is mixed
Focus on forever
be forever transfixed
Guess your move
it's in rotation
The speed of reversal
and your many a creation