Last night, I was reminded of how strange life can be-
my dream described a land where the blind can see.
The blind with no eyes at all for surveying this world,
which is but a dull shadow of the bright, creative Word.
They can walk into mirrors and out of their bodies
into a vast silence where nakedness is most godly.
How we all long to befriend the real Queen of Hearts,
and find her in bed beside us- plying her arts!
Thank God, I can’t remember things after they happen-
by the grace of such memory, I’ll survive my own coffin!
Live backwards and you will find yourself giddy at first,
but a good bottle of wine will drown your dreadful thirst.
Darvish woke up wearing a mad hat and white gloves,
but had no need for glasses and nothing at all to prove.
