4 a.m. this morning – this note I will keep-
More vividly my dreams have never been
Half the night they spoke to me
Rising susceptibility to every thing
Leaving behind complexity
(I reckon some of it)
I shall begin:
My sleeves fell lazily on my arms
(Covering my body – translucide dove-coloured blouse)
Had a tote – heart and hope kept – on my shoulder
Feet amusingly walked curious paths
On a wildly shaped land like no other.
Oh, this blood – knitting feeling, trembling hidden sense, slight grimace agrees
It builds gently, through my veins whilst these thoughts
Translate into sort of glowing diligently moths
Keenly enlivening my chest, enfiring my cheeks, beautiful absorbing breeze educating my knees.
I saw portraits of friends through the sketching landscape
I thought it incredible, although cheerful voices were unlikely theirs
I turned away. A new movement as companionship I reached – Was that fate?
Reiteration – conjectural fancy – seemed pointlessly fashioned –and
I wanted ancient uncomfortable beyond futuristic present exposé.
Extraordinary absurd, I accepted the ascetic pace
Arriving at this ultimate old but young edge of continent.
(Are we there where we ought to be? – surprised myself)
There she was… bordering the Universe’s sublime sea – conscious face
Intentively drawn me closer to breathe immortal pose, deep waves, restless sensitivity, salty scent.
(At this moment something in my dream was found.)
It was I – as an emotional apostle, a bearer who kept something laid by her in hand.
A key of mythology that would act fatally
Its written reflecting timeless passages captivatingly
Describing visionary truths, glowing youthful travels inside – this me?-
Letters touched one another with solemn glory.
(My eyes had opened. )
Here I am now… in the library.