DREAM

My whole life I had nothing.

Now they’ve taken everything.

Among thousands, I’ve become another

seeking another, whatever I was

mere scattered fragments.

My face a vague tracery,

its lines indistinct, indiscriminate.

Such spoilage flees his gaze,

his recognition. The faintest frown

could smash the planet. I woke

last night to singing dark,

a spring beyond all measure,

huge blossoms devouring walls.

Bright wind swept me skyward.