I’m an active dreamer.
Assailed by ever returning nightmares for so many years,
that I don’t sleep well without them.
They are my friends now.
They carry me through Deserts of Infinity in which the stars are sand.
Cyclopean worlds fleeing description,
full of contradictions and ideas out from this world.
I remember when I rushed, on the back of a nightmarish steed through great plains, stretching between galaxies, forward to the mountains of interstellar dust.
To explore the temples hidden in local caves.
Sometimes I bring souvenirs from those tours, masks of ghosts that I meet.
Each has its own story…