For three and one half days I floated in space
The perfect darkness consuming everything
‘Do I still have a body, I cannot see it’
I began to understand that it was pointless to struggle
Blind and suspended in a gelatin tar
I began to understand that it was pointless to debate it
In purest darkness, there is no awake and asleep
Three days, three hundred thousand years
And it was suddenly over
(The Living Dream)
Somewhere in the ocean a shell outgrown was cast away
Stretching, pulling from this calcified body prison armor
Empty and pointless sleeping
Half-way nestled in sandy coral covered floors
Years of wear left visible on its hull
This shipwreck left empty, holding testament to a past
Somewhere in the ocean a crab began to grow another
Soft and unprotected hiding among the rocks
Blue green scales moved up and down
The sleeping water dragon awakened once again
Like waves it moves unhindered by the waters
Seven hundred feet of slithering teeth
The cradle of Leviathan empty and seeking to be filled
The dragon moved among the waters
Razor splitting waves, slicing currents
It passed along the coral reef and dipped among the rocks
Hiding crabs found no refuge from the teeth
While those that slept in open sand
Were found prepared and left alive
I watched from afar as the fishes flocked to the beast
Halos of scale and fishy aqualung bubbles
Pulled by Leviathan gravity, fish fins stretch
Water leaps become airborne flights
Scales fall like empty shells
On the beach four new children played
Their Mother counting cards on a picnic blanket
Four little fish swimming among the sands
Deep in the ocean Leviathan returned to sleep
Bubbles escaping dragon lungs
A siren’s song
Once again, I’ve been sleeping
Unconsciously constructing worlds
This curious life-play unfolding; c’est interdit
(The Sleeping World)
The sand crouched waiting
Nothing swimming through its course current
The Black Dragon eyeing children’s play
Smoky willow wisps invisible to their eyes
But oh, that smell
The waters approached and retreated
Washing away sand, revealing new sand
Leviathan sleeping under its surface
Blue and comfortable in its nest
Waiting to be called
There are whispers on the winds
And a sudden thunder crack of truth
‘Did I just hear that?’
I had given my life to hear the thunder yell
And then I gave my life again
And I gave it again