2012年5月21日 Vivisecting shadows

Dreaming again. 

Dreams are coming out 

from under the dresser 

slowly creeping. 

Some dreams come dancing. 

Waving above from the efficient work of the ceiling fan.

Sleeping feels so good.

Good feels sleep.

I watch them cut themselves open and share their innards.

The shadows smear it on my mouth, 

while hard and tar-ish in texture similar to licorice, 

it's salty, bitter, and a tinge of sweetness at the end. 

Repeating repeating.

Tar in my stomach, 

now my blood-stream.
Vivisecting my emotions. 

Shadows dance on them, 

but where are the dancers?