Child of Sleep
I dreamt with bears and crocodiles prowling cacophonous wetland impassibly gashed by deep black riveries. Without breath I dug my nails up a cleaved embankment.
Atop, my eyes pocketed against the back of a sulfurously yellow corpse.
"A'deau,.. a'deau,.. a'deau,.. a'deau..."
rung like a sonnetus flem from it's charcoaled esophagus.
Air rushed past my clenched teeth my lungs expanding only to snap back into spasm when the dead took in a wretched gurgling inhale.
It turned towards me,
and in the light of the swamp bees
a vortexical radiation
where it should have 'faced'
I watched; my eyes melted.
I curled into a small ball growing in density till I sunk like a bullet
through a boiled egg into prehistoric earth.
I did not wake up.
I write to you now a seed,
germinating.
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