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i dreamed that i was
a mirror one night,
looking parallel into the depths
of another mirror,
mezmerized by infinity, that little
sideways eight.
a somewhat monotonous picture,
but no matter how long i stare,
i never quite comprehend it all.
it's like pretending to stand at
the end of the universe.
or trying to imagine what nothing
looks like.
or thinking microscopically
about the Chinese boxes of our
construction,
how we are built cell by cell of
cosmos within cosmos.
i take a mental walk down the long
shining hallway,
trying to decide if it's 2D or
3D, and
i am inspired!
white light, east infusion of energy,
a Cheshire grin inscrutably stretches
across my face.
excitement burns white ash hot
in my belly
& the giddyness spreads.
blue-green firefly ideas whizz
on a cool night in late summer
in the midwest.
i look long & hard into the
slick canyon, and
i am determined!
turquoise mid-day, 9-to-5 south
sky determination.
my jaw sets square & resolute
& the Spock in me kicks in.
ideas congeal into multifaceted
puzzle pieces.
the damp fog of information dries,
leaving numbers in so many jumbled
word problems
to be shuffled & slid into
a comprehensible solution.
i gaze into that glittering well,
and
i endure.
golden yellow west endurance, like
the oblong, petals of a sunflower.
sun-going-down yellow, with heather
shadows stretching back,
eyes focused, looking at, reaching
for the end.
impatiently pacing, annoyed, switching
tail of a Siamese cat.
last day of school, glad it's almost
over,
but still that soft murmuring,
scratching ache,
longing for people & routines
you'll soon say good-bye to.
i drive down that black icy road
lit only by halogen headlamps, and
i feel fear.
cold, black, unpredictible north
fear.
a hungry mongrel gnawing, nose
bent back, teeth & gums exposed,
gnawing & growling in the center
of my gut.
blood is not visible in my face
in the monochrome of night.
my hands & arms feel tingly
& weak,
& if there was a rope that
needed holding onto,
it would slip & elude my grasp.
Morpheus' prism occupies my sleep.
i turn it around & around,
admiring profound colors that beam
out,
imagining their potential applications
& learning from their rainbow
beauty. |
