Part of my Feb 2024 Dream Poems project.
When I Close My Eyes
When I close my eyes,
I follow the dimmed paths that
remain, the faintest impression
glowing beyond the next bend,
beckoning. A strange landscape arises,
gradually or whole cloth, there
in the faint distance, detailed
and intentional and not my design,
a blueprint unfolding like a secret scroll,
like a speeding train gobbling the land
as I rest my head against the window,
eyes closed, unwatching.
It’s the scenery that moves.
I haven’t drawn this map nor
plotted this territory and I ever wonder
where I am, what world, shrithing within
what’s dissolving already, this hasty
improvisation that, regarded directly,
just as soon vanishes. So I’m not direct.
I rummage, my inner eye
transiting like a cloudy moon, never
pausing, never resolving, day and
night casting a slim shadow
ahead, makeshift markings found
as I steal past and sidle toward
the edge of this small imploding
figment for as long as I can.
©M Wms 2024
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