Call 911
Dream of an arrow & the palpable world it will make here. “Even that suffering
* * *
I showed you in my dance, let it be called a mystery”
He wasn’t with the police, just an ordinary man, climbing down through
gnarled metal shelvings, his arms gore & scarring / help, they cry, wrists
he reached. “I feel no guilt for what I’ve done (a bleeding head), it was right
then & it’s right now” (a bleeding trunk). Lay me on a stretcher, I tried to thank
God carries you through. Have you prayed a prayer? Have you
(I can pray one with you . . . would you like to pray one now): even though
it might seem distant—Nepal, nirvana, Voyager—we live for you the best we can. Waiting
again for a prophet, I think we still have magic, we just
don’t. “I thought I was going to die. We collapsed. Honestly,
I honestly did. It made
no sound whatsoever, it just disappeared.”
Motivational speaker faces attempted murder charges.
Yellow bird. If the bird is deceased, the dreamer is worried—and warned.
