science and dreams

You seem to think it is a social good

to be discourteous, unkind, to

call names, discriminate against

those you decide worthy of such

for not believing as you do in “science”.

How, exactly, do you define this “science”

in which you proclaim such fervent faith?

 

 

3/1/19

 

 

 

Those dreams, those dreams, to live only there

where it all makes nonsense that feels so inevitable.

Dream places connected in hyper-clear intensity

-- hard hills of snow become Summer fountain festivals

on opium fields, sickly sweet and sticky bun bewitching,

that cloying ecstasy you never want to leave.

Those snow-robed mountains, forests, royal Guard,

calling so softly, so forcefully, Sirening in, holding

for exhibition.

Who we are in dreams, unobserved for critique,

pictures imbued with emotional sensation speaking

directly to our most private desires.

To live in dreamtime, free of censoring reality,

what would that mean?

Tell me your dreams.

 

 

3/3/19