The Stain of Dreams; Dali

Abandoned between Time

and eternity

{gasping at air that won't let you

b r e a t h}

"Let sleeping dreams guide you,"

they say,

beyond the trees...

down,

down,

down,

{a dreamworld penetration}:

step over History's bones

to trace a purple sky;

lick marrow from a broken wall

to taste inside of life;

step around

the horse that broke you, g l i d e

with the Graces

that promise to break you;

"See beyond the trees," they say,

from beyond the trees;

a gasping glimpse,

a fading rush - a

gutted horse

on the roadside, beyond

two lovers swinging

on a tire swing,

deep inside a forest

that is lonesome,

longing,

desperate to disappear