some kind of dream
unidentifiable
yet smacking of the familiar

some kind of consciousness
begging for expression
and existence in my reality

some kind of desperation
surging through my helpless mouth
and speaking

words that i gathered wild in the fields
and brought home to shelter and cherish
that i nurtured inside the hollows
of my neck and stomach

songs that i snatched from the open air
and hid away in the cage of my ribs
lest they should forget who they
belong to, who they are made of

fingers slide through my hair
telling me it's soft and beautiful
but i don't recognize them
and the strokes grow stronger

voices slide through my ears
telling me i'm soft and beautiful
but i don't understand them
and the strokes grow stronger

bursting into the urgency of
needing and necessity and now
pushing, pulling, grabbing
forcing
spreading, tugging, stretching
ripping

the strokes have changed
and so have the words
and so has the meaning of the darkness in my eyes

some kind of dream
unidentifiable
yet smacking of the familiar

10/01/2001

Posted on 10/01/2001
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