
banyan roots
intertwine like snakes
writhing in a pile

banyan roots
intertwine like snakes
writhing in a pile

clouds, pulled & rolled
like fine webbing, glow in the
conch-orange sunlight



water lilies
align in a window
in the foliage


the desert sun
sets over the lake,
and all is gold

staggering
through a black cave, & then
a shaft of light

I awaken from a dream within a dream, and I'm still dreaming -- dreaming that I'm walking with the others, the others that I'm told are all me, walking in some vaguely familiar exotic destination Of course, I don't know I'm dreaming. I did wake up after all, but it turns out that it's dreams all the way down.