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I dreamt last night that I has all these nasty white pustules like the plague all over my face. The dream book I have says that means I worry about my self image, or how others see me. . .
I'm caught in this molasses thick state of awe and anxiousness. I feel like a ghost.
I can't grasp what I've lost, I don't know how to get it back. I can only guess.
and now for lack of better things to say. I'll let someone else say it for me.

AND ALSO THE TREES

Critical Distance

Never beginning, never ending days
Days when the ceiling is so low
I cannot stand
And the blunted knife presses into me
Melting in the airless heat
The walls close into me
Nudging me this way and that
>From one to another
Like nervous thunder
Thudding in my head a heart
Is beating out the boredom
Nudging me this way and that
>From one to another
Like nervous thunder
Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep
And the ever-watching walls lean over me

But when I wake I feel alone
There is nothing but a vast blank floor
And although the walls are watching
I can never reach them
No matter how far I walk
I can never reach them

And the knife begins to shine
Hisses in my hand
Slices through the always blank distance
So I can see my hooded girl
Swipes through the whitewash nothing
That shrouds my hooded girl
She walks to me across the furrowed fields
I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly
And the knife it sparkles
Like the piercing yellow mirror sea
And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories
Spills their seaweed dreams over me
Spill their seaweed dreams over me
Spill their seaweed dreams over me
Spill their seaweed dreams... over me
As I lie on the coral
Amongst the driftwood

And the ever watching walls lean over me

AND ALSO THE TREES

Get Critical

Never beginning, never ending days.
Days when the ceiling is so low I cannot stand
And the blunted knife presses into me.
Melting in the airless heat
The walls close in on me...
Nudging me this way and that
From one to another like nervous thunder
Thudding in my head a heart
Is beating out the boredom...
Nudging me this way and that
From one to another
Like nervous thunder,
Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep
And the ever watching walls lean over me

But when I wake I feel alone
There is nothing but a vast blank floor.
And although the walls are watching
I can never reach them.
No matter how far I walk.
I can never reach them.

Perhaps I'm hypnotised by the rhythm of walking
I don't know and I don't really care
All I want is clarity, a degree at least of clarity.
And gradually in the bright
Yellowing light there is detail,
I have to hold myself back
Because I am afraid of losing it
I cannot reach this by striking
Out wildly in the dark.

Slowly I'm aware of something
In my hand, it is another hand
And there are buildings, high-rise, tall,
Slender, monumental in the yellow light
I see the word 'firestone' and great movie
star faces.
Garage, barber shop, kiosk, multi-family dwellings,
Drugstore, sheet glass, casino, hotel bethlehem
And a wisp of my new loves thick brown hair
Brushes against my cheek
As the passing mouths of streets and
Arcades gulp in the new world rising,
This is the new world rising..