rushing water down dark and winding and metal tubes we floated along down down down there was no escaping no escaping this sleepy place our bodies bobbed like lotus-eaters
.
I woke up and got some water feet flat on the warm floor underneath it there are pipes winding winding and dark and metal so the wooden boards feel heated year-round
.
I thought I’d like to dream of flying instead I went back to bed and I did I did dream about flying and as always as every time it is a secret – no one can know I can fly – and as always as every time the dream feels real realer than this in a way that’s hard to name narrow down down with a word Home in a way that has me less afraid of dying
.
of dying
.
I woke up again no longer seasick and spinning down and down but aware of the magic I am
.
I am
.
alive a magnet of my making
.
I must be
.
alive
.
I am flying