Dreams of the Unconscious Mind
Are our dreams linked to those travelling stars,
or to unseen things with which prophecy connects?
Our destinies are assigned to each natal sign
as dreams of the unconscious mind are revealed
at night when senses are overtaken by sleep.
Dreams of embellished forms subdue me entirely
and contained in a space of restrictive movement,
I float to the multi-colored cosmos like clouds
pushed by active forces in the low stratosphere
and land wherever they command me to dream.
In that black hole where more stars will form,
there's no awareness, only a conceivable fret
and exceeding the limits of other universes,
not as small as ours, my longing is to return.
And the unconscious mind travels though long bends
and spheres of intense brightness and immense stupor;
Earth appears as a glowing dot seen from a million of miles,
there I still lay sleeping while the warbling sounds of awakening
larks bring me back to a visceral consciousness temporarily lost.
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