Recurring Nightmare
Some people have recurring nightmares
Where they can’t stop falling
Others are haunted by dreams
Of spiders or swarms of bee stings.
Mine is me crawling on all fours
Deep into a cave cut into the side
Of a craggy old mountain.
There is a steady downward slant
And the passage gets narrower and narrower.
I’m wearing a lighted helmet that shows me
Exactly where I’m going but I keep going
Anyway. The walls are a spiral stairway
Zeroing in on one-dimensionality
While the ceiling and floor slowly succumb
To a long denied mutual physical attraction.
It gets harder and harder to move.
I can't turn around.
It ends with a sharp decline
I slide down until I’m caught
In the cold embrace of stone
Carved to accept every angle
And curve of my now trapped body.
In the dream I’m smiling, lips flush
Against their perfectly arched space.
It’s only during waking life,
Seeing how happy I seemed,
That it starts to feel so terrifying.
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