Tag: dreams

(after Sorescu, by you) At night,I stop looking at things.They don’t mind.Nothing needs meto hold up the sky. Gravity is very strict. In dreams,I use recycled thoughtsto move through housesI haven’t lived in,with peoplewho didn’t askto be imagined. Light doesn’t enter,but the edges still cut. When I wake up,the world unfolds again,as if it had… Continue reading At Night