i dreamed of myself alone
imprisoned to a magnified throne
names could not be reached
frames could not be bleached
in this zone, pictures were made clones
a recipe for sabotage, inner work laid camouflage
the dream spoke to me chapter by chapter
the preface wrapped into a very inviting capture:
“too bad!
you sad !
soon triad, moon mad!”
longing for an aligned movement to set the tides glad!
instead i’m left to play in the disarray
come sun, in early may: i shall not fade away
will it be known by the waters of the sea
or the treacherous winds that could free me!
the safest way awake; are the seasonings which will bake
a shadow for your eyes to take!