have you thought of something you wanted to create
and forgot about it?
have it come back in a dream
and forget what the dream was about?
have you ever remembered who you are
in the dead of night
and tried to go back to sleep?
have you ever dreamed of poetry
dreaming of itself?
of paint painting itself?
the living living lives and the dead being reborn
hundreds of thousands of times over?
have you realized that language is not enough?
that no words could ever convey the sheer overwhelmingness of being?
I thought I thought these things
and then I thought I dreamed them
and then I forgot
what the dream was about
and I went back to bed

midnight special