“I dreamt we were

around a stone table

with men long-forgotten –

I was there yet absent

nonexistent yet alive

drinking with them yet dying with thirst.

Something white fell

on the stone table

illuminating our faces

something always putting to shame

the inability to grow.

We were awake yet subdued by the wine

sleeping eyes wide open

for this does not happen very often

falling over us

was the unclean deluge of the past

with the deaths from which

all our resurrections

have drunk.”

(I DREAMT)