the universe of my nightmares

twisted lines, if they're blue,
are rivers, and boundaries of this place
and that, are never square,
the limits of outside and inside
thought and imagination
are fanciful and fugitive
who will tell me why?

my spirit has a dark photo album
which snakes around mysteriously
like swelling bodies of water...
haunting my sleeping mind
are the places caught prisoner
between invented dry rivers
and melting mountains of tears
where the sun shines so brightly
that visions are blurred by temporary blackness
until red spots, like my heartbeat, calm
my wandering desire for adventure…
the world on a colored map's page is flat
its lakes, its mountains its valleys
tempt my waking hours
yet the universe of my nightmares
is obtuse, distorted
and allergic to daylight

one day I will wake
and cast my personal geography
off the map of my dreams
away to a place called my life



the universe of my nightmares
26 november, 2006
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