Volatility

April 6, 2018

My Dream Last Night

Filed under: Dance of Death, Poetry — Russ @ 8:48 am

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My dream last night:
 
It was a national park, tropical.
It was the streams and waterfalls and bountiful rains.
It was all the trees, all vines, all the flowers, and the simmering soil beneath.
It was every animal and bird, all the frogs and turtles, all the butterflies and insects.
An ecosystem, it was the world, it was every wheel within wheel, it was Eden.
 
And the curators, government, foundation, non-profit agreed.
And they brought in poison, tankers, planes, endless tons, all paid for.
And they sprayed, they spread, they slathered, they drenched, they drowned.
And everything died, and everything was death, and everything was desert.
And I wondered why, and there was no why.
There was only doing it in order to do it.
And it was the end.
 
And I woke up and said, Thank God it was only a dream.
Then I remembered what this world is.
And I remembered it wasn’t a dream,
Just sleep torn by the thought of reality.
 
 
 
 
 
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