I open my eyes to dream the dream.
It was azure, it was shining
And I’m just there.
No body sees me but I see everyone
As I walked rather fly.
Yes, I was flying; there were no wings
But, it’s me and the incandesce.
Hundreds have, (they’ve) lot to say
And also nothing to say, gathered
To see me burn…I had tasted
The tongue of the flame smelled
Of corpses–burned and ashed…
I had heard the muffled sigh
Of freedom as the trolley slide
And roll to the electric pyre.
I opened my eyes to live my living
In the darkness of my rooms,
In the silence of my poems.