_fatalist

I had a dream Saturday night.
It was a pleasant dream,
a happy dream.

I dreamed that the clouds were flowing in the skies above
but if I cocked my head to a new angle, they stopped.
I felt drunk on happiness.
I felt new.

I felt aware of my spine and my ribs.
I became aware of my right eye being a traitorous ruse
that should be plucked from its socket.

I lived briefly in a vortex of a kaliedescope
soothing musics pulsing in colorful visuals
The ground waved, and the colors danced.

I felt reborn.