21 Jan 2015

I have had this dream before

These visions are wasted on me
Wasted on my infant heart
Discarded by my limbic system
And yet every night

I ride the cursed fairground
Lights and circles and flashes of
Throwaway monsters
Empty threats of an approaching life

But the heart still hits a drum roll
Sending adrenaline through me
Ice water in my lungs while
I sleep

These bodies are not yet finished evolving
I think
Otherwise we would awaken
Into the morning sun unfettered
Joyous and without fear.