Dream Yoga

(Written 19 February 2011)I’m talking on dream airwaysit’s 5am no sounds formin the cellphone of our mindsI’m trying to explain:stairwells of the stars jangled nerve endingsoptic fibres retain your darkened imageI’m snatching small gestures,you discuss her like an option for a meal,a set menu of family, no, ”special choice“just marriage, birth, circumcision,old testament re-kindled in a common blood, your blood.But it’s here and now that people decide to love.Reason is branded in your brow,I’m elemental angel wingsand your mind jitters crossing water, climbing mountains,running from your own heels squeezing me to fit your truthoperating break out clauses.Am I the boundary for your chaos?Talking on dream airways,5am we sleep divided by a history so deepit’s killing us; like suicide bombers on Jerusalem streetswe maim the innocent with no expectation of escape.Wash my hands cleanof your weakness, switch off the power,listen to the rain cleansing city streetsforget to remember what we might have been in heaven,on cinema screens, with children laughing at our feet.Forget to rememberwhat time and culture has stolen from us.Want to listen to our breathing,riding desert highways manipulating the boundary of this dreamand choosing.It’s 5amAre you with me?