Wednesday, December 22, 2004

A Dream...

Children who love Hitler waved to me last night. Why do you love him? – I wanted to ask through the spider web curtain that separated us. No answer. They opened their mouths and revealed tongues furled into white spiderweb cords. I reached through the curtain and pulled one out. As it uncoiled, the child’s eyes widened. I will set you free, I told him. And he began to cry.

Whoa...that's an intense dream. It's a poem.

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