HUNG UP ON SOMEONE ELSE

How do I explain a dream?

It’s out-of-placeness and out-of-timeness,

all garnished with familiarity.

It’s frankness and eloquence,

all powered by deception.

Suppose I venture an analysis,

take it apart, break it down, decode it.

It’s still solidities colliding in midair,

and I am striving to take cover

under some conspicuous cloud of consciousness.

What if I get rid of my sense of correctness?

Then at least I travel lighter

and much more impressionable,

which the dream’s mysterious self finds intriguing enough

to lure me

with an even more unexplainable hint of lack of self.