when i dream:
an abstract texture evolves
furtive glances that betray secret knowledge
expressionless masks, smooth as settled cream
unblinking irises suggesting deeper intentions
catastrophic mutterings of dead languages
subtle gestures: the single distillation of one thousand insane men.
turbulent images slowly churn,
changing the smooth surface into an absurdly flesh-like movement.
when i wake:
glimpses appear in mottled grey clouds,
moldy residues of afternoon rain,
haphazard protrusions of crumbling stone walls.
i am convinced that something is dreadfully wrong.