dreams/nightmares/spaces
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written dec 18 2006
where dreams go
. . . . . . . . . . . .
into places
far away in time
and down low in sound
cool air
on cement
tiles?
not quite sure.
places
showers
must find the dream of moving into a large abandoned house
huge
built into a rock
wood
inside
halls
cement
grey
echo of drips
various rooms
bathrooms
and
not sure.
the other end
i was afraid of
turned a corner
a dark room
large
like the room with all the easles
stacked in shadows
like rusty-wired bed frames
no longer in use
the room was cold
breezy
odd
the sound
hear it?
shh
it sounds...
like waves
soft waves
coming in tide
over rocks
that just make home
right on to the floor
of the room hole
in areas covered a bit
with clear plastic tarps
held down with stones
and tape
and so weathered
oh
and ..yes..
ahead
it is lighter
still grey blue
a dusk sun of sorts
a sound of washing
i remember going up
in trance state
to the plastic sheeting
looking for throughways
and thinking of how odd
it is that these two worlds
these many worlds
are here
now
and then
in the same home.
it is a terrifying place to be
to have this in ones home
this..uncertainty
this vunerable fragile state of armour
the other rooms
now seem so far away and gone
no longer in the house
and
now
it is only possible
to trace steps prints layers
through the iol tunnels
or halls
or units
to find the connection points
weary
i sit on an old armchair
held together it seems
by the old thickness
of dust
and grime
but it is a seat
and i sit
and i half aware
open a sketch page
and a world
....and a world
and a
........
but where?
do the breezes tie
i guess the only way to find the meeting/s
of time/s
is to let all of it be
yes
be
be
as it comes
as
it
comes.
under the slated heavy years
inside happening past
there are clues
and there are
yes
there are
meeting places
yes
,.,