POEM: Same Dream in a Different Key

I have a recurring dream.

It never plays out the same,
never looks the same,
the setting differs,
and, besides me, the cast differs.

But it feels the same,
an identical nuance of feeling,
and there's always a tower -
a high tower that I don't think I ever top.
Sometimes, its a bamboo scaffold.
Other times, there's gilt ornamentation around the elevators,
but there's some common towericity... towerness?

There's also a man on the tower who thinks himself a holy man,
but I think he's a fraud.
I'm ...