As I was bound to the vortex
in my head
and the odd shape -
no gap, no threat to the void -
came - awkwardly moving
and its core being
outside
It was me
and it was seeing the rays of light
streching-
streching their bright edges
and those edges: folding
and doing so
in a permanent way
for they multiply strangely
and without my hand knowing
their poles none,
neither minus
nor plus -
don't fuss, I tell myself -
a pious wish,
for my eyelids are shaking.
this was the dream.
Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
As I was bound to the vortex
in my head
and the odd shape -
no gap, no threat to the void -
came - awkwardly moving
and its core being
outside
It was me
and it was seeing the rays of light
streching-
streching their bright edges
and those edges: folding
and doing so
in a permanent way
for they multiply strangely
and without my hand knowing
their poles none,
neither minus
nor plus -
don't fuss, I tell myself -
a pious wish,
for my eyelids are shaking.
this was the dream.
