(sometimes… a visit...)

my god!

i was a younger man in my dream
last night
(before i knew it was dream):

i was convinced that
now was forever,
time was malleable
& life could be mastered

the accouterments were all in place –
i could see the arrogance
in myself, cast in a film of like-minded.

and, then:

i raced through time as if on an aeroplane,
field upon green field moved below me,
i circled the globe, for hours, without sleep

finally, i navigated to the beginning of the
knowledge of dreaming -
i awoke, startled.

incredibly, i could recall every acre of knowledge
i had passed,
every conversation i had had with
friends & ex-lovers.
i could feel the raw distance traveled under the sun,
emotionally,
the brute starkness of the distance.

(made my way quickly to the journal and this pen)

II.
here is the song:

flying over hectares,
past the curvilinear,
into the eye of the sun

im a supersonic eagle
guided by pleiades -

the world
strives
not to repeat itself.

III.
the clouds, here,
are jazz memories:

im a kid on a summer night
at a waning picnic, somewhere -

i sneak my first kiss with her,
the her changes, the faces, the clouds,
and now: she is waiting for me,
below.

IV.
canyon are epochs -

these observations
less than a grain of sand.