Almost Lucid
Part One.
I nod and I doze and I
slip
into the drains with the rain and touch down onto a lunar expanse of flat concrete man-made to package the earth bursts the horizon’s crease an impossible distance to measure like collecting each corner of the desert and pressing them together.
A mass of men each their own island equidistantly spaced out perfectly apart in white shirts and clip-on ties for office use only heads raised to the skies like the lonely crowds that gather in the mouths of train stations and study the monitors overhead and wait for instructions on how to return home.
A tone sounds to precede an announcement I cannot hear the speech a female voice is always muffled here the herd stands fixed as a forest inhaling the exhausts of the human complaint do they understand or are they one of me and I one of them starved for words straining to make sense of a drowned lullaby sent by a mother whispering love against the outside of her keep.
Thank you for reading. This piece was an experimentation, playing around with a recording of a dream. I hope you enjoyed.