dream words

 

A negative image of light
is hurtling towards the corners of my mind.
I tumble the meanings
of numberless dreamings,
and follow their lead out of sight.

Pure numbers materialize
and fractals project compressions of my mind.
That wider connection,
its brighter direction,
sinks inwards, as higher it flies.

And here is the strangest delight;
The shoreline is shifting, drifting from my mind;
A vortex, my centre;
I pause, then I enter
the depth-sounding echoes of night.

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