Waking Dreams

On the bed a black river like a wounded snake Passing inside neuron before reaching A centre of decision dam stopping it parting it from the dream to be a giant wave In the heart of ocean Outside the bed inside the room the size of the head is shrinking the river changed to a stream flowing up Inside the arteries at last to reach those harbors Ships have anchored there before starting their long journey But suddenly the door of the room opens A stream floats into the street in the angry dog days of summer became a mirage On a wide, long way A drop of water turning fast such as a small ball bearing searching for a skull but has no chance to reach the source: that always is gushing all night the moon inside it Precisely stares at herself..