I dreamt of three poets
in the wilderness
of hues of greens and reds
a colourwheel of words
and promise
spinning in my head
or were their reveries
of me
sleeping in my bed
perhaps it is not
they, the dream,
but i’m the dream
instead?
I dreamt of three poets
in the wilderness
of hues of greens and reds
a colourwheel of words
and promise
spinning in my head
or were their reveries
of me
sleeping in my bed
perhaps it is not
they, the dream,
but i’m the dream
instead?
