Poetry

In dreams

I once hit my head
so hard
dreams leaked out
they were semi-solid
things
gelatinous and transluscent
like something from the dark
reaches near the bottom
of the ocean
pale, icy colored reds and blues and greens
I could never view them directly
but only from the corner
of my eye
there were not many
perhaps half a dozen?
if I allow life to slow
or backslide
my dreams, they get agitated
once, one of them even kicked me
in the shin.

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