been
so tired
lately
dreamed last night
of a magnificent palace
of polished wood and glass
through the front doors lay
everything the heart desires
I stayed a long time
and when I had to leave
I went to the back doors
as the rules required
beyond was flat desert
sand, scrub, and a washed-out sky
in the blinding sun
I saw a giant turtle
it was dead
trapped inside a weathered fence
its mouth was open
its eyes slanted and fierce
I turned back
the palace was crumbling
the doors had locked behind
and my beloved was nowhere
in sight
*I think this dream was inspired by the movie Paris, Texas, which I recently watched twice, once with the commentary and once without. Also, I've been reading and writing a lot lately about the death of the beloved.
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