ㅁ Dream-sung humming root echoes silent, among my lives, while multitudes - he devours the soul, dances helplessly, chained to the past by what he said. I the variable in some universe determined by a fraction of time. Beyond is within, a skeletoned beach with rough velvet sand. This dream I'd had kissed my dream with pain, and the gentle wrenching strength tore tears from my eyes, and left me empty. It was not right that she was there, she would not leave, but stared the angry challenge of a stranded tiger, sad and - - - alone. I was alone. I never said anything, and she didn't either, and ...
– a free-form poem. This poem is another “guest post” from my distant past. I found it handwritten on an undated loose sheet of paper among my many old papers. Based on the style of my handwriting (which has changed often over the years) and the type of paper, I believe this was written around 1984 or early 1985. I have copied it without editing, though I didn’t retain my idiosyncratic capitalization of the epoch. In fact this poem is about a repeating dream I had all through my teens and early 20’s which I still vividly remember.
