Dream IV

I dreamed I was committed
to the big stone hospital
for my reaction
to the stillness of the eye.

I'd paused a movie,
just like any other time
I wanted to get up or go upstairs,
and saw His face,
stygian, accidentally unmasked.

When a day had passed in my dream,
I awoke there among the rows of cold houses
poisoning the ground around them
that nothing else live there,
and I saw Him everywhere,
in the blink of every starving eye,
more hungry for the overfeeding of their bodies,
in the night that outlasts the day in the forest,
under the azaleas, and behind the mirror.

But it was not for speaking of this
that I was in that odd and foggy place confined,
but for the treatise I wrote of the eye
that opens but for a million breaths,
that takes this ground for its own,
that turns this sweet day into dream.