DIE VERWANDLUNG

a dream

April 2025.

I dreamed a piercing
gaze and empty
              mirrors
without body or
        (look closely)
background falling into this reflective nothing—
puncturing it—
filling it—
        pure sight
(no seer, no seen).

I dreamed a lipless
mouth and overpresent
                  emptiness
without air or
        (swallow it)
presence consuming this filling nothing—
absorbing it—
reflecting it—
          pure speech
(no speaker, no spoken).

The hollow dream gave into
open eyes and voice.
Awake, I dreamed
          this nothing had never been.

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