That layer of dream which is like the abyssal
zone of the ocean, darker than space,
where all is one with gravity. There
I am a transparent tube.
To wake up shatters lungs,
makes heart rattle, one comes up with
body all wrecked with pain. Nothing
can be brought up, no name, no language,
no story, resurfacing is possible when naked
The likeness of cause and effect, the calm of the facts
cannot fool us, not now, not any more.
Something has burst. Tubular roots snap and fill
veins and stars with a pulse.
Skin, so thin.
I mistook my feet for roses and snakes,
walked away with bare, crooked gait.