domingo, 8 de junio de 2008

Sleeping alongside...

A light knocking on the sleep door, upstairs, like the deep sound of a huge rope striking one side of the boat heard underwater like surging missile or boats pulling up alongside of each other alike beneath the surface we rub up against each other ill we capsize in the surge and and the silence of waking from sleep, coming from inside out you are much like a lost canoe, navigating by me I am the star map tonight... all the failed echoes, it doesn't matter the painted-over murals it doesn't matter if you can find your way to me by all means what really matters is... by the faint star-lamp we are a fleet now our prows zeroing in on praying in the wind to spin like haywire compasses toward whichever direction will have us... it is just a dream sleeping alongside...