DREAMED
Slowly, slowly the mount went dwarf
and the anus went agap
when its hair went bald.
The floating witch refused to crawl,
even when its wings are maimed.
the running water;
don't even talk about that for it mutters.
The purple cloud;
Just beneath the golden rays of sunset
would come in form of a man—
late 30's,but in his walking staff.
Just Goosebumps,
and my spirit flew for race
like a frightened wind reaching for its grave.
My spirit fighting the covert battles,
But my body in a barn; chasing cattles.
Each jumps felt so vivid
that my foots lashed out in motion.
I had just dreamed
And it felt so real.
