Hear this dream-story of looking and finding.
First I bathed in your curly river
And I sealed my eyes with the mud of conviction and I sank
And let the lack of oxygen calm me down,
And the bubbles stopped.
And then I came up
My pores were clear and
I knew that my purpose was
To honor this river by finding its name.
I begged you to accompany me on this mission
But you refused. As a river you cannot move, except
By slow accident, and your limitations
Offended me.
And so I left you
Because you would not accompany me.
And I compressed space with some money my dad
Stole for me and like a cattail I summoned
Many explosive comrades with my fragility.
I asked and nobody knew
The name of the river. Everybody wanted to know
Your name instead.
A question so off topic it offended me, and to show my displeasure
I took off my pants and mooned them,
A gesture that isn't as impressive in writing.
And bearing skin is hard and I was thirsty and
I drank a woman like a water fountain that blesses a brick wall,
And when I was satisfied the blonde Hag took my hands
And told me I am in love with distance,
Which is as true as two waters that cannot be separated,
Yet fell from different eyes.
And I burned mugwort and I beat my fears
Into the corners and I left home again
Looking for the river. I found nothing but bad food
Which I dutifully ate and when I returned home
The river had made a mess of the carpet and
From your elegant hair bubbles rose,
Seeking sun as the jewels in the carapace of a turtle
Seek sun, and I recognized you. And I knew your name
like I knew again how to make bubbles. So my purpose is to we.
The dream has spoken.
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