GloPoWriMo – Song 21

Portal Dreams

through the portal–white-flat-white
to a world with no sky, no water, only
flat cold and stone, everywhere, stone
with the gaping maw, the hunger, the
stark loneliness of terror–that gape
in the gut, that hole that pulls down
into the abyss of the world where no
one no no the hole it gapes and then
the portal the light the bright the
pull the pull the whole brightness
of the sun and everything is golden
and sunflowers sparkle into the pull
of another portal where the sky is
covered in gears and the inside of the
clock is outside and the insistent
tick of time remember this is not
timelessness this is

mortality

this is not a dream. A dream is
a quiet home in the roots of a
graht oak with a fire in the pit
and a hammock near the window

this is not a dream–

it is a hero’s life.

Daily Prompt: “write a poem that… incorporates wild, surreal images. Try to play around with writing that doesn’t make formal sense, but which engages all the senses and involves dream-logic ,” from Na/GloPoWriMo.

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