You dream of your life in waves
In
Your dreams of deaths
And
In
Your dreams of homes
And
Then you dream
And
Then you dream of dreams
As you walk down the gray aisles of your mausoleum of dreams
Your dreams change
Your life does not for you have no life without dreams
You dream
Of a wooded villa
Of a sunflower field
Of a paddy field
Of rain frozen on railway tracks
Of heat rising
Of a bunch of crows waiting on a electric wire
Of an empty stadium on a moonlit night
Of faces – sparkling and emaciated
Of bodies – scented and decaying
Of hunger – shooting
Of thirst – cracking
Of lust – animal and familial
Of shadows and shafts of light
Of closed spaces, of abandoned spaces
Of hooded faces
Of arrows, machine guns, harpoons, landmines and rocket launchers
Of funeral pyres, coffins and excavated pits
You dream
Of you chasing and being chased, in spiraling loops
Of you jumping through air and falling
Of you leading a heist
Of you managing a wild circus
Of you dancing across oceans, clouds and continents
You dream of your life in waves
In
Your dreams of deaths
And
In
Your dreams of homes
A faceless man croons in your ears:
Our planet is a stage, overflowing
You are a phantom in an endless opera
Entertaining the faraway stars, constellations and galaxies
You came lonely from a faraway mist and will certainly vanquish in that mist
In between you are torn between a billion dreams
In
Your dreams of deaths
And
In
Your dreams of homes
And
Then you dream
And
Then you dream of dreams
As you walk down the gray aisles of your mausoleum of dreams
Your dreams change
Your life does not for you have no life without dreams
You dream
Of a wooded villa
Of a sunflower field
Of a paddy field
Of rain frozen on railway tracks
Of heat rising
Of a bunch of crows waiting on a electric wire
Of an empty stadium on a moonlit night
Of faces – sparkling and emaciated
Of bodies – scented and decaying
Of hunger – shooting
Of thirst – cracking
Of lust – animal and familial
Of shadows and shafts of light
Of closed spaces, of abandoned spaces
Of hooded faces
Of arrows, machine guns, harpoons, landmines and rocket launchers
Of funeral pyres, coffins and excavated pits
You dream
Of you chasing and being chased, in spiraling loops
Of you jumping through air and falling
Of you leading a heist
Of you managing a wild circus
Of you dancing across oceans, clouds and continents
You dream of your life in waves
In
Your dreams of deaths
And
In
Your dreams of homes
A faceless man croons in your ears:
Our planet is a stage, overflowing
You are a phantom in an endless opera
Entertaining the faraway stars, constellations and galaxies
You came lonely from a faraway mist and will certainly vanquish in that mist
In between you are torn between a billion dreams
