a chrysalis
definitely a chrysalis not a cocoon
butterfly not moth
crazyway hed admit
for his deceased wife to appear to him twenty years later when it was her habit
to rarely appear an rarely appear as herself
she would come to
him as other women but she couldnt hide
her eyesher manner from him he knew herloved
her too well
they played her game in different historical settings
then when he left he had to go she left him departing he would look in her facesay her
name shed be flummoxed eversosurprised he
recognised her
Cant fool me babe I love you
the chrysalis was uglyshabby made of stainedruinous cardboard folded aroundbout
her like a failing burrito
to talk with her he pulledunfurled
it desperately he was trying to reach
other family he knew she could help share access
she did not want to
he begged he wasnt one to beg
she did not care
an when she tired
of his entreaties his violations she insinuated lazily disinterested she closed her eyes an telepathically
folded the ruinous chrysalis aroundbout her
the dream was episodic
throughout the whole night with small variations he struggledunfolded the fleshy elastic cardboard to
reveal her to her obvious dismay Please he begged how do I reach them I know you know
adamantly she refused
try as he may augmenting his reasoning
he
could not budge her
then dismissing him she
folded the chrysalis stymieing his pleas that became more and more pitiful
with each attempt
overlaying the reoccurring futility
played the Stones Out of Time
he did not know if it played for
him or her
when he woke in the morning
he still did not know for who the song played
the dream would stay with
him a long time
a memory more than a dream
dreams are memories whether we he like
it or not they are part of our
collective unconsciousness our experiences
early AMish and
through sleepingdreaming,
Day-between-Two-Ts, 15 6. 22
1234, Reggaefriday,
17 6. 22
