The Desperate and Dreamless.
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By Lunabella Mrozik Gawler
I dream in jet black.
In squid ink,
shot from mouths of babes,
forty thousand leagues
beneath the lowest level of Hades.
I dream in shades of heavy
Thursday afternoon rain,
In the loneliest shards
of lightning bolts
stirred to flight.
By desperate dreams
of back corner cubicles at 5 pm.
I dream
in heavy breast dignity,
in barefoot, desert, sunrise horizons.
In midnight full moon
crow wing hurricanes.
I dream
in homeless footprints
on edges of puddles
long forgotten by sky.
In stone cold 1:35 am desperation
wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper
to soak up the stains.
I dream in echoless beasts
sliding swift under cracks
Of last week’s alibi,
in under tongue sorrows,
of whores sold silent
to cold slab concrete,
of cities yet born.
I dream in fractured memories
hung out to dry on strings of lies.
In origami promises set to sail
across uncharted lives.
I dream in the glint
of a madman’s eye,
served fresh to the gulls
on the pier.
I dream in chaos. In infamy.
In restlessness and relentless
crests that best one another,
to shame the game
that bore them.
I dream in endless night.
I dream in jet black.
I dream,
I dream.
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Lunabella Mrozik Gawler is a poet, immersive designer and professional dreamer. Her practice in all areas is focused upon finding the common voice in shamanic practice and contemporary creative experience. She seeks to provide an accessible, empowering service, which welcomes all wishing to journey back home to themselves.
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