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dreamed 2008/9/1 by Wayan.
NOTES IN THE MORNING
Low rust-hills of a marshy world.
No people I can see. Like we
saw dolphins, Africans, women! The
people men don't see could fill a globe.
Stumble on a secret! Frosted deep in
cities to crawl across the bog.
I visit one offering me a job.
the Civic Fridge I find a time-
bottle that wombs the moment when
a saboteur set off a Bomb.
Here, heft the egg of slow-glass:
head-size, under a pound. Within,
red diodes glare. The box is live,
self-Caesarian, cracked to bare
death-light! A trigger too compact
to be mere fusion: antimatter caught
frozen here in nanosecond one! What
if the timelock fails? For years
they've cradled latent doom.
"Why carry it? Can't you just
set it in the Barrens
and let the bomb
The Mayor, a solemn woman, says
"We don't know how big
And even if we detonated deep
in the Sandhills, miles
of local life'd
True. Concerned for people and town,
I overlooked (again) wild lives.
Just as pale and decent men
once ruled their
For all this world's unpeople
she bears the adder's egg.
Her town crawls on, gravid with
the cyst of fire and death.
- Time-bubble: echoes Marooned in Realtime by Vernor Vinge.
- Slow-crawling, troubled city echoes Inverted World by Christopher Priest.
- The dream also echoes the classic story "The Women Men Don't See" by James Tiptree (Alice Sheldon)
- Deadly cyst held in check: I've had a baffling intermittent illness for years. The dream suggests it's deadly--just suppressed by the herbal regimen I developed by trial and error.
[A NOTE THREE YEARS LATER: probably Lyme disease! On antibiotics for months now, to kill the lingering cysts. Suddenly this dream looks pretty literal.]
- This is Dreamverse #19. Every day, a dream-poem... only last night I had SIX intense dreams. I'll write up three over the next few days... unless I have still more.
My task has groan! I long to be
freed from chains of poetry
rash-oathed. Oh, I enjoy
being Terra's sleep-envoy
tramping the velvet void alone.
Hobo jobs on flickering stars,
collecting solitudes and scars,
illiterate to the bone.
Swore like a fool to write the dream
flood now bloated muddy brown,
jostling drowned cows, dead men.
Down the poems come!
LISTS AND LINKS:
other worlds -
boom! - two dreams of time-bubble museums:
Prisons And Stripes,
Kiss of a Savage -
time machines in general -
dream eggs - Mark Doty's poem on marshes, birds & what we don't see:
Atlantis - a 2nd Tiptree-inspired dream:
Hawking Country - two dreams by Tiptree:
Dancing with Emily Bronte &
Let me Pass! -same night: Dreamverse 18,
Ancient Mare-Kin Graveyard, & #20,
Sorb Truce -
Dreamverses project -
dream poems in general
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