Dreams of Falling
i.
the philosopher kings shuffle their tarot decks
you are pushed from The Tower
flaming shards accompany you down
ii.
of the twenty-one sleepers in the prison ward
the eighth has died – we smuggle you in
subvert their dreaming with your own
iii.
the Library of Alexandria
was destroyed today by a cruise missile
parchment cinders float on the bay
iv.
a messenger disguised as night
had left a shredded dispatch at your pillow-side
the wheel is turning once again
v.
priests invoke the blessings of the oligarchs
from a pool of bloody sacraments
a tidal wave is rising
vi.
clerks of State and accountants
shuffle their paperwork – every suspect needs a file
light the spark
vii.
you shout to us across an impossible distance
a click of static from Alpha Centauri
lightyears away you are still accelerating
viii.
at such velocities the mass of visions
is a burden you can no longer hold
release them
you slam awake and scream
--Wulf Losee
