eight.fourteen//oh.two
originally written 08.14.02

after falling asleep in
the lonely darkness i
found myself lying awake
in a mysterious land
of articulate perfection.
the sun shone perfectly,
not too hot nor cold.
the breeze blew wonderfully,
in seemed that all objects
were beautiful glass sculptures.
i fell in love with
this mysterious dreamland...
only to realize that
it was not a dream,
but reality. upon finding
my place in this real
perfection, i felt
misplaced amonst these
glass trees shaped to
perfection. i did not
belong here. so what
did i do? you ask,
i broke something.
consequently all the other
glass figures shattered,
only to be reshaped
by the wind and sun
for my next visit...
i'm left to wonder how
it will look next time,
and when the next time
will be.