all fine and decidedly sunny near the secret dream.
Taken to extreme lengths and pulverized into smoke -
this dream.
refracting lenses of livid light-
this dream
delaying the return of reason
and response-
this dream.
Sorry that it is emblazoned with laughter
this dream
and red-faced and souless as a whip
this dream across the backs of hopes
wings that won't fly
blindness
where were eyes
calmly watching
this dream,
this dream that now lies
crusty.
sore,
like a shining night-worn mist
unshed at dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem