Celestial dreams Blue in the doorway Silver underneath Something breathing In the curtains No wind No Not wind Leave it I was awake When the ceiling disappeared I think There was a star Where the lamp had been Another behind my hand Another inside it Close your fingers Gone Open There Funny little universe Hiding in the obvious Celestial dreams Come through me Don’t stay Don’t leave Just move Slow Around Between Celestial dreams I hear you Under everything Low Warm Turning Like the night Remembering how to sing There was a woman Made of moonlight No face Only hair Floating upward She said something What? Exactly I followed her voice Past the window Past the road Past where roads Need names A white bird Crossed the darkness Then crossed again Same bird? Different darkness? Not tonight Someone left A bowl of stars On the table I took one Too bright Put it back Sorry The table laughed Tables do that here Celestial dreams Come through me Don’t stay Don’t leave Just move Slow Around Between I saw the child At the garden Bare feet Blue shirt Something hidden Behind his back What have you got? Nothing Show me No Good Keep something For yourself He smiled Older than me Younger than morning Then became A little cloud Ridiculous I waved anyway The wolves were there too Smaller Almost dogs Almost harmless Almost One slept With its head On my shadow I let it We’ve fought enough There was music Without a source Not above Not below Inside the distance Between things A note Then another Following Almost Not quite Like two footsteps Walking the same road One Half a breath Behind Again Again Until I couldn’t tell Which came first Maybe the space Was singing Celestial dreams Come through me Don’t stay Don’t leave Just move Slow Around Between The moon had Three shadows One for the body One for the memory One for whatever Keeps walking After both Don’t call it a soul Why? Because then You’ll think You understand it Fair The third shadow Followed me Across a field Purple grass Black flowers Golden insects Making circles Around nothing They knew something Or they were bugs Both can be true Earth against my back Sky against my eyes Up Down Very ambitious words The planet turned Without consulting me Again Again For once I didn’t need To be the center There was already A center Everywhere Excessive But beautiful Celestial dreams I hear you Under everything Low Warm Turning Like the night Remembering how to sing I met myself Coming the other way Of course You again He looked tired So did I We sat On opposite sides Of nowhere He had my hands My scars My stupid little Collection of reasons Did we make it? Where? Exactly He opened his coat Inside Morning Birds Clouds A yellow kitchen Coffee cooling Beside a window A chair Empty Waiting I reached toward it Not yet Why? You’re still dreaming I know No You don’t Then who does? The chair Of course The fucking chair We laughed And nowhere Shook a little Far away A red planet Then blue Then white Then nothing But the idea of color The little wheel Was turning again Inside another Inside another I almost counted Caught myself Good Some infinities Don’t need arithmetic A thin bright line Ran through the stars Through the garden Through the house Through the portal Through every face I thought was mine Through me No wound No blood Just light Passing Nothing to keep Nothing to own Nothing owed That last one Took a while The old courtroom Was empty now Dust on the benches Door unlocked Nobody came Nobody needed to I listened Nothing Beautiful Nothing Celestial dreams Come through me Don’t stay Don’t leave Just move Slow Around Between Then the stars Began falling upward One Two Thousands Back into Whatever darkness Had loaned them I wanted to say Wait Instead I watched That was new The moon folded Into a silver line The line became A doorway No We’ve done doors The line became A line Better Simple things Deserve a chance My hands Were empty again Still alive Still mine Maybe Morning Somewhere underneath Not arriving Already here After everything The wolves The mirrors The houses The names The gardens The stars The thousand versions Of myself I didn’t want Anything from it I didn’t ask What it meant I didn’t ask Where it went I just listened Low Warm Turning One sound Another Almost together Almost A breath between them Enough room For everything Enough room For nothing Enough room For me Celestial dreams Still moving Slow Around Between Don’t stay Don’t leave You don’t have to The sky brightens The stars disappear Still there I know Somewhere Very far away Or very close Something turns Something answers Something almost Becomes a word I let it Not.
