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by Jeph Johnson

Dreams awaken me
for the moment,
so I rise up ready to gasp...
but the air I try to breathe
is gone
and back to my bed
I collapse...
In fantasyland
the visions
blowing through my head
seem so
frantic and accidental
now, I start suffering vertigo.
...and one minute
I'm Walter Payton
running down the field for a score-
the next,
I'm trapped in a closet
unable to open the door...
but more often I chase
your image through
familiar terrain from our past
and the second your eyes rise
to look in mine
my dream becomes
simulcast
in the eyes of your latin lover,
only he's not in R.E.M.
he's right by your side,
eyes wide open
so many miles from my mayhem.
In his lungs
you blew air
I supplied you
and now he has eternal life
that's secure as promises made you
when I planned
to make you my wife.
In a whirlpool
I'm drowning in circles
as hope is cascading downstream,
for forever's
so far-fetched
my fancy
can't be described in a dream.