Phantasmagoria
There is no vague nightmare
first the screw then the unscrew
I wanted to write this before I told it you
and try the words to see how they'd taste:
haste
space
deep
a dream
is a door revolving around the universe not a black hole
is a spider not a synapse
which plays for keeps
which trusts no one
and reminds me of losing
or finding something unknown
a sanctum door sewn then unsewn
a mannequin of sorrow slow membrane of mirth
moving ever toward tomorrow's earth
like the pendulum collecting what it deserves
which does not want
which waits for nothing
which always returns.