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December 2, 2004
movie in my head
poetry filled my dream last night.
i was in a musty dim corridor walking behind a man who was carrying loose sheets of manuscripts. it felt like i was in a library, but there was no books, nor windows. just a long passageway.
i kept calling his name trying to get him to slow down. he kept walking clutching the yellow manuscripts close to his chest. then at the end of the hallway, he paused - looked at me, dropped all the manuscripts and fled.
suddenly the dream morphed, and the floor was flooded. panic gripped me as i waded towards the papers wanting to save them before they touched the water (i could see that the papers were handwritten in ink, touching water means losing the words)
alas - as i reached, i could only save three that floated into my hands. i looked at them and realised they were my own poetry.
then i woke up.
arrive
arrive
among inky darkness
that cherished hour, darling of your time
perch
against the sill
burn me again, with wordless eyes
cradle
my shattered spirits
murmur some soothings, hush-hushing to oblivion
stay
sun is far away
be colour to my breath, skin to my wounds
arrest your odyssey
you've found your wings here.
03072001
p/s
p/s:
i could not look straight
at you, for fear
that
this emotion would come crashing down on you.
so instead i
looked everywhere else
and hunted for your reflection.
21042004
i can't remember the third. weird weird dream.
posted by nyx at December 2, 2004 8:52 AM
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