deconstructing the dream
twelve years of dreaming
to deconstruct twelve years of life
parallell unconscious processes
twelve years to shore up
the undermined structures
echoes and mirrors
down empty halls with nothing to reflect
the dreams are always of houses
houses where you were
but are no more
houses you want to break into
houses you haunt
houses you owned and left unattended
I bring bits of those dreams
back with me
a beautiful piece of wood
a ancient iron hinge
bits of junk shop salvage
for always the house is in ill repair
beautiful remnants
excavated from the unconscious
i think i may have finished
deconstructing the life
we didn't build together
and salvaged all the trim
worth saving
to adorn my new world
constructed on a foundation
built of
all the broken bits of nothingness
we gave to each other
as in the last dream
there were no houses
just you and i
you were angry
and silent
and i was in the car
grudgingly you were driving
headed for my new life
and you would come back alone
17 march 2001
4 february 2001
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nancy faye hill
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