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Mosaic
Silver tongue keeps a wise head
The salt of the ocean water
A dizzy head and floating
I hold onto what is left of the boat
Until I reach the shore.
On land I lift my heavy head
To see the lighthouse above
On the verge of the morning sun
I fall asleep as the light cuts into the
Last remnants of the night.
When I awake I see the face of a male mime
Painted and smiling gesturing to drink
To my left a female wearing the mask of Hypnos
Walking with arms outstretched water in her hand.
The lighthouse is decorated in blue wallpaper
The TV shines on the cats sleeping on cozy couches
Shelves hold facsimiles of ancient Greek oneiric texts
Looking out the window I can see the land is full of fields
There appears to be a car driving down the country road.
A knock on the door and the cuckoo clocks signal the hour
I open to find an elderly man with tobacco pipe in hand
He smiles and calls me a good lad stating I must be a new one
Here you don’t need to worry about anything from the past.
I sit by the ocean shore and see the emerging sun
I try to remember what led me here but the images do no appear
Later I see myself in the mirror for the first time in a long while
Bearded with tattered clothes I put on all black like the mime.
The man smoking his pipe declares I can wear whatever I want
It was at this moment that Hypnos showed and tilted her head
With butcher knife in hand she asked me my favorite color
I was chased to the top of the lighthouse where I hid behind curtains.
Soon the woman left and I walked downstairs to breakfast
We sat silently eating while in spite of everything
I thought of what could exist out there in the distance
In the daytime meadows what could be underneath
Such a land with vast history waiting to be uprooted.
