inside the dream I devour the fruit
like blood juice pulses across my chin 
my hands are red and slick
I pull off my clothes and bathe
in the dark warmth of the juice’s flow
inside the dream the cave is narrow
the opening a slim vertical slit
yet still wet from the dark fruit
I slip between the tight walls
sliding deeper into the other
inside the dream shedding myself
like the snake I come to the heart
of this cave filled with flickering
torches dancing deeper images
for us all to awaken into
outside the dream there is no cave
no paintings on the wall pulsing
between shadow and fire
outside the dream I hear nothing
but my heart staving off fear
for another day another minute
outside the dream there is silence
the wind moves a few leaves
as if someone watched nearby
(December 2012)

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