Dreams/ My tangled thoughts
In and out they weave
Faces/ New and old and
Imagined/ The handsome, the hated
The ones that deserve death
By fire/ The same ones as would have
Consigned their fellow creatures
To brief punishments followed through
To the end/ Projects of misery and joy
Straining to stay on the path
Clothes and shoes and bags
The hallmarks of a fashion dance
The conductor, the choreographer
Patient and conniving/ How did you
Forget about the watchful eyes
Everywhere
Ants/ On me, under me, crawling
All over me/ They sting
Me awake and back into sleep
The lullabies of a summer heat wave
It's time to leave/ These confused dreams
Will never thoughtfully step apart
A quiet bag of honey hidden in the corner
Lightning understanding flashes down
The ants crawling all over it, and on it and
Under it and inside it/ Honey
A gift left behind by a careless guest
Fury shakes me to my core/ Even as I
Wonder/ Was I once this careless too
Did I ever leave my hosts a gift of ants?
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