Insignificant Realities
He spoke of a dream he had-
“I'm passing through a pyramid -
I am being pushed toward the outside
toward the light, and I am wet”.
This was too easy.
I told him
I understood the symbolism:
‘Your dream is about a spiritual rebirth.’
He seemed content.
The next day
he died of a heart attack
while leaving the glass pyramids
which form anti-chambers
to the Louvre museum.
It was raining at the time.
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