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.