dream

it was right in front of me--loud, captivating and irreducibly mine.
it crept out of the broken mirror
i tried to touch it, but it became a cloud between my bleeding palms
i know the rules, inside out--they go in circles in my mind
viciously intact, instransigently real.
now the dream's behind me,
blanketed by fog

shadow

the shadow of hallucination constantly runs from the tip to the pit of my sundry dreams—hollow, long, lithe.
sun dried, moon filled.
the deeper the dream,
the longer the shadow
veiling the secret
of morning.