Entry 4 August 2020

THE world has caught my voice … squeezed —
my soul compressed against my soul, i feel as
though i cannot live, the anger rises to my
throat and tears at my thoughts —
my heart has already burst sky-high and
some thought it was a double sun within the skies
as the spreading clouds of falling stars flew
out!
a swarm of UFOs flew out!
and blue jays and moths … and
boisterous loving spirits too.
this elaborate dream is a reflection
of what we wish to not be — crossing crossings
against the fires we recognize no one?

:: 08.04.2020 ::