For reasons of edification, and a willingness to beguile, nonetheless, it isalways necessary to blindfold the dreamer, should the ruse perpetrated uponan unsuspecting accomplice wake him ahead of time. The experiments arealways successful, regardless of the outcome... Camouflage is everything.The pure fruit of an emergency landing, is a last ditch effort, a glowinghunger strung up by its ankles from the rafters, and impersonating thesputtering compass when it loses all sense of direction, kneels and licks your precious feet... then dashes off, exhilarated and beside itself. There is humor in the word: “precious.” The fruit is a night-light for the children who walk in their sleep––and therefore, the night is a narcissistic diversion... an act of irony that makes for intimate conversation between total strangers, whenhidden meanings are always appreciated... when no one is present.In the distant forest there are waterfalls that whisper your name, and brushup against you, sometimes becoming you when you are distracted and takenunawares. Shadows are always delivering startling messages that, when readfrom behind, illuminate the background that becomes the foreground, like astudied veil, remote and yet strangely familiar. The filigree is a burning treelike a long forgotten ancestor. The fire, soft and alien, aligns its brightcubicles in triangles of dusk, one upon the other. It is common knowledgethat the First Matter of discontent is
the water that lives,
and it unravels thesolace that grinds up the desperate landscape that long ago became luminouswith the sense of imaginary beings meeting for the very first time––beforethey became real. She does not hesitate and releases her red pearl, while he,delirious with fog, conjures up the spirit of forbidden ceremonies. Areflection of thirst is offered, like a spell...*Sometimes it appears to be a shroud of soft moaning, the angle of her departure... a plurality of endless delays... and at other times, there isviolence in the sheer hissing of midnights’ pulsating larvae, whenannouncing the secret wedding, the solar wing of attraction and repulsion. Inspite of her silence, the motor of dreams continues unabated.