dreams

i had a dream last night that i was lost in a forest, and that as i wandered, the forest shifted. one moment i was in the black forest, hiking through blackberry and rosehip bushes, the sun dappled through the tall slim trees. next i was in africa, walking through tall grass and baobab trees so broad and wide they looked like cradles or ships. then i found myself in rwanda or the philippines, where the land is tiered and sculpted with grooves, emerald shelves stacked up toward the sky.

the most beautiful forest, though, looked like somewhere in asia. i wandered along the ridge of the hill, at the end of which towered an ornate temple, crusted gold intricacies and faces like gargoyles. the trees  sloping down the steep hill were slender and white like bones, soft like chalk to the touch. they had dark green leaves that looked stiff like gems.

visions at night, like ezekial's angels with their four wings, and the faces of a man, a lion, an eagle, and an ox, never swerving or turning as they flew. a glimpse of holiness or another unearthly beauty.

eat my scroll.