3-18-2022
“Well I lost God in a New York minute, don’t know about you but my heart’s not in it” AWAKEN bluedream at 9pm on the tropical evening where the moon rises - why? and the moon rises - perfect blue the color of a cartoon ocean and the moon mocking white mirror across the reflected rippling of the water. Stumbling awoke 9pm in the bluedream of white drywall illuminated the color of enveloping curtains, a dream with passages neither below nor above, condemned, thirst and sickness, stumbling in panties and a t-shirt across the carpet, couches too clean, magazines placed like decals, fall, a sliding glass door where the moonlight reflects like water across the room rippling blue in the dreamy sapphire light that nothing else but the mystery can conjure. Try SO HARD and escape it for what? It only returns. Here it is. Welcome back to the dream. Did you flee from it, looking for crystals, but all they did was bleed water like smashed fruit? Did you welcome the light, or are you blinded by th