Crossroads on the valley floor, a sign,
a part-time river colored laundry blue,
and by the water in a town, the air is scented
with hot absence, molecules in chaos
ignoring windward motion.
The parkland’s plaque is dull, I make it shine,
reflect the woken world with Brasso,
and polish out its words:
You wonder why you’re still asleep.
Your other wonders why he’s still awake.
My presence in this place is unrequited,
and yet I may not leave.
No one seen or known, neither heard nor touched,
but I sense other sleepers,
trapped inside the same and silent questions.
You me. I do will. Never, ever.
I seek connections to unknow my meaning,
grasp ephemeral sephine strands
that dangle listless from the trees.
From the pebbles on the shore, flashes in my eyes
skim the tainted blue, mementoes of the dreams
that I once lived.
Must I cross the river,
its insubstantial demarcation,
to leave this tedious town?
And must those silver echoes
darting in its flows
cross a bridge of sand?
In the café of the ambiguous sun,
I help myself to signage on the wall.
free to read
soy milk extra fifty cents
double shot extra fifty cents
dreaming has two exits:
—awake from sleep
—fall deeper into dreamlessness
living has two exits:
—sephine whispers in the inverse world
—the fire of the dawn
Brasso is a trademark of Reckitt Benckiser LLC.
More shameless recycling of Milton Nascimento’s Vendedor de Sonhos/Dream Seller—version by Simone. Vendedor has woven through much of my writing, for example, a short story of the same name, and poetry the air chirped by sparrows.
Most likely only dreams prior to waking will be remembered, ie, not dreams prior to non-REM (deeper) sleep. More about dreams and fish here.
Sephine—quoting an earlier and optimistic version of myself, from the scifi story “The Meeting of the Waters”:
In the early 21st century, so-called cold entropy horizons were produced in the laboratory without the need for the high temperatures of nuclear fission. The most successful techniques used selenium organophosphine complexes, the sephines.
three tomatoes (part above). I tried to grow three tomato plants, organically with no pesticides or fertilizer. Not as successful as I’d hoped, but there might be a couple of grapes on the central plant, which also has one of the original seed tomatoes superimposed.
Made by VEE, the visual evolution engine, with EMMA, an entropy min-max add-on. VEE and TIM (EEG, the illustrated mind) artworks at Artxio.