Joseph the Dreamer

You must understand. There is

No Governor

For the brain.

And that the days

Are just as they were

Before we arrived.

Was the moon always

By my left? Were my dreams, right?

Just as far

And pink

Like pyramids – in the sky –

And there you are.

I see mirages of you

Everywhere I go.

Resting right by the pine tree,

Law flowing through you.

The fence ricochets with water,

And I dilute. Just like a dream,

Before rising.