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"I cried all day in the mirror.
Spring
Had entrusted my window to the trees' green delusion.
My body would not fit in the cocoon of my loneliness.
And the odor of my paper crown had polluted the air
Of that sunless realm.

I couldn't anymore, I just couldn't:
Street sounds, the sound of birds,
The sound of felt balls being lost,
And the fleeting clamor of children,
And the dance of balloons
Bobbing upward at he end of their string stems
Like soap bubbles.
And the wind, wind which seemed
To be breathing in the depths
Of the deepest dark moments of lovemaking,
Were exerting pressure
On the ramparts of the silent fortress of my confidence
And through old cracks in the walls were calling my heart by name. "

(excerpt from "Green Delusion")

dream sequence # 7.

And in the bowells of that ship, an iron cathedral, I am full of dark corners for confessions. The light shines through a clouded portal window framed with nuts and bolts. I administer drugs to my veins with hairlike needles, my irises dripping with confusion. And you arive. In your labcoat, adorned with ruddy smears of heroic acts of science, you look straight at me and touch my hair. Your hand slides into mine, so perfect, so new and electric - this feeling of touch. I have wanted you for so long. I let out saltwater tears and your hand grips my hair and pulls my forehead to your own. My lips touch your ear, without a sound. You black makeup is washed away, why do you always encircle your eyes like that? You are so full of grace, in the dark, in the shadows of my mind, I confess that I love your age. Your blondeness touches my cheek and we stand there holding each other, your eyes unwavering.