I didn’t see
what is. My eyes grew cataracts
the size of mountains. I laid in
honey fields/swam in fountains of

eternal yesterdays. Swept up in
this haze of evergreen/not seeing
the falling pines/the dry spines sticking
into my skin/bleeding out from within

a memory. Living in a bubble
that popped I was thrown off the
white horse. I'd more holes than
a golf course. Like seeing a black

and white movie you fill in the colors
on the screen. The reds and the violets
make you scream. I’d the torment of
what followed as my chest hollowed out

like a spout dripping the last
drop of water. I emptied out
like a loaded dishwasher/that is I’m clean –
clean of what was yesterday’s dream.