dreams

the dreams
are back
.
the cat
the raven
the snake
.
One ate
the Other’s cry
lest it pierce
the Third’s eye
.
but the Third’s eyes bore
twin holes in One
bleeding out the cry
taunting it to try
.
One wrapped the oozing cry
In its voice and went mute
the Other opened its beak
to swallow the echoes growling at the peaks
.
the Third uncoiled the time
blurring this piece of space
.
eyes flipped inside out
back
to the sets
of real illusion