one reaps what one dreams
One reaps what one dreams.
One is not oneself. One is the one
reaping what one dreams, i.e.
one is the one already on his way
at full speed or lying down
lengthwise or crosswise or floating,
one is not oneself, one is the one
one dreams, the one with
moments of time all over one’s body
as if all the world’s voices
could tattoo themselves into the dream,
this false laughter, this shout
for more. But no. It is time.
Arise, take your poison and walk.
Your poison is Partly. It works.
Slowly. There is time. Lots
of time. Time to dream. First.
Or last. One says to oneself.
But one is not oneself. Before
it is time. And time once more.
And more time. And no more time.