I had a dream, 
that I found myself wandering
in a desert of a place
I was myself
without name
without face
without race
Without the mortal ties
with which we tether
ourselves
and there were no lives
only entities
no bodies or beings
just breath.
Without lungs with which 
to take it in
but the breath I feel 
is the only thing tangible and real
And I wander.
And I wander 'cross this desert
I have no gut, yet I hunger
I have no lips, yet I thirst
And, from which desires to flow 
I have no brain, yet I still yearn
And there is no physical pain
but physical is never the worst.
And I'm dying.
I can feel it
from my insides that are my outsides
And nothing is any longer hidden
And I see a border
And across that barracade
is an oasis
but the spring is forbidden
But I run on the memory of legs I once wore
and I stare with the memory of eyes I once adorned
and my body pulses with the memory of the blood I once bore
And I am close.
I am close
and from the pool
I can feel the mist
of sweet water on the memory of my lips
I taste it. And I need more.
I pump my legs
I see, I bleed
I feel with the memory of skin I once tore
But no, it is no longer a memory. 
My flesh forms around my hollow figure
lined with crimson life courses through veins
And I no longer sense, but I can see
with eyes stinging from dust and sun and tears
and legs running, piercing with pain
but faster, faster 
And I pick up my feet
and I begin to fly
to soar toward that oasis 
the air my new lungs breathe, no longer dirty and dry
but full of moisture and life
and life
the barracade of black curls around me
encircles me in a suffocating, hating boundary
closing in. 
So I push myself
harder
farther
faster
and I fly and I fly
And my mouth forms 
and opens wide
And I surpass
the black mass
and I tumble to the sand
damp with the troth of the promised land
and my lips part at the pouring of water
splashing on my face
washing my flesh clean
and open my eyes
and think
to speak
and I instantly awaken 
from what was never a dream

7/5/2007

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