Roads of dreams
you walk in sleep
night’s destiny
you overturn
at midnight
when animals leapfrog
on your bare body.
You carry multitudes and slowly
your body swells, like a foaming sea
When you get some respite
what do you do?
Do you still carry oceans within?
or are you the embattled front stage
for wars, adventurism and roadside mishaps?
Do you remember all faces that you see
Mangled bodies in gutters
As you pick them up one by one
in your vast opaque history?
