like how to truly care for animals
all creatures allowed to be;
sanctuaries protected
by simply observing nature
love itself.
I was in the tropical sanctuary, close to the muddy bank of the river, watching a small alligator, when a little girl came out the trail. She approached the creature thinking it was a cat, calling out to it, Come here kitty, and I stepped out of the bushes quickly and picked her up as the gator reached out to her snapping, You have to pay attention!, I told her. We walked up the veranda stairs, the wooden mesh of the fence running up and surrounding the whole terrace. On it, a black and red bug. The child walked in front of me, so I took my jacket or a blanket and covered the space between her and the bug, rushing. As we passed, the bug jumped off and stung me in the forehead. I felt the rushing pain in my sleeping body. Relief and pain.
I dream of true things.
Truth about myself
in the face of my own delusion.
All people are allowed
amities and feuds morph
into channels of resolution.
After the radio went off I found myself in a large house; a roommate of many. Familiar faces in a large but quiet house, decorated as anyone pleases. I was actually settling into this house, but I couldn't arrange myself. The room I had was small and right in front of the entrance from the back yard. I had great ideas about the arrangement of the space but nothing to arrange in it. There were people wetting soil, preparing for planting. I wasn't sure what was to be planted and I had the rousing suspicion that it was going to be ganja. I didn't say anything. I felt like showering, so I stepped out of the room into the common room, where some people were watching television, or just sitting on the floor. There was a shower there, so I took my clothes off except my underwear. A girl in the group of people watched me; I didn't care. In the shower there was barely space and the water was almost getting outside the curtains. Red curtains, made of that plastic that sticks on itself, were the only thing between me and the room full of people. I tried seaming them shut but ended up closing myself in, getting tangled in the red, suffocating plastic. I closed the water, opened up the curtains and stepped out to dry myself off. I walked back into my room, watching an old friend getting angry at someone, sitting in the pool arguing. When I was in the room, I confused a small window full of nails with a way out. I even tried to fit in it but the nail heads that were sticking out were piercing in my skin. I ambled to a living room where someone asked me if I had an ganja and I told them I did, since I remembered a small bag with three buds in it. The guy who asked got a scale out and I told him I wasn't a dealer and I was just doing him a favor. I went back to the room, now full of things, and looked for the bag but couldn't find it. I felt very obligated to provide this for him, but I wasn't very happy to find myself in the situation. Then I realized I could just wake up. I doubted for a moment, wishing to deliver the weed, but I just stepped out of the dream and....
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