Dream Journey

Where do I come from,

And where do I go to,

When sleep drags me,

Reluctant visitor,

Into these lands of phantasm?

Banally erotic or erotically banal,

Spiritually sensual or sensually 
spiritual,

Enigmatically clear or clearly
enigmatic,

They drag me through surreal doors

Into the sacred profanities

Of landscapes scattered with images

That give me no clue

As to who or what I am...

And yet I always return

Reluctantly into wakefulness.

Are you a borderland

Unknown and unknowable

Between the realm of life
 
And un-life... afterlife... death?

Do we in truth die

When sleep dims our senses?

Is cessation of body 

Temporarily accomplished?

And shall I go one day

By instinct to the other side?

Do we awake from life into afterlife?

And once there do we then,

As much as we now fear death,

Fear reawakening into life?


       ŠNovember 8, 1998