In the depths of slumber I
Slither the passage of night.
Hedonistic dreams unfold one upon the other
until you are no longer within reach
but a far off memory from waking life.
Transparent mica from an ancient site
of subconscious, not even that,
something sparkling that disrupts the air
I am transformed to the
flickering tongue of a snake foraging
A wayward river,
as fluid as the night.
as fluid as the night.
art by Boyana Petkova