Jomul7

I refuse to dream

I refuse to breathe once again

And to feel upon my face the breath of God

No more tug of war for my heart

I will stand on the ground I’m standing on

I will not ask, neither seek, neither beg and neither knock

I’m tired of carrying up that stone all the way up

Only to see it roll back

Who needs enemies when you are your worst enemy?

I would tie myself to a baobab

And lit myself on fire

Before I let these vultures get a chunk of me

One time an eagle took me by the tip of my head

And flew me to Dream Land.

My bowels didn’t like it

And I wet my pants

Like that time I fell off my bed

And the ground couldn’t be found anywhere.

This eagle didn’t want my head or my eyes

He dropped me off to Dream Land

And started circling watching my next move

The Gruesome and the Beautiful walked by each other on that land

They had the air of longtime friends in their walk

Nothing good could come out of such unbecoming ties

During my stay I couldn’t come to terms with the Gruesome seeking ties with me

They smiled at me, took me places, offered me the best of the land,

But I was stone to their rain

And like a stone the Eagle picked me up and threw me out of there

I woke up the next day

A feather in my hair and a polished stone by my feet

I put the stone in my pocket and left the feather in my hair

Dreams never returned after that

I would lie on my back

Eyes closed or open

I would hear dreams humming from afar

Songs that anyone could recognize

But no one could explain

Dreams were these gorgeous meals for which I had no tongue

I channeled then but they never left any trace in me

Now stop asking me to dream dreams I can’t have

I refuse to dream and feel again

Upon my face the breath of God.

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