People are rising to meet it
drinking it into their lungs
as it draws them above the domes and minarets
The doorways are covered with a script I have never .'een before
The hawk
the crocodile
the fox-headed god
Never as I had remembered
I let it go
out of my hands
You start to move
I kiss your face as it loses the dreams
Dreams of other nights
are something from another life
To wake like a mummy in the dead light
words falling from the ceiling
like snakes through rotten plaster
Always the same solutions
Something from another life
These words that I found underwater
crumbling in the daylight
The first sounds are the children playing
all their games
hopscotch
Richard Tillinghast
