Three Rooms

Last night  I  dreamed  of  three  rooms  I  had  to  pass
through.  The first one was filled with  a college of  my
home town.  It  was  familiar  and  warm  but  I  had  to
search through  long corridors  to  freedom.  I  walked
down them:  high school halls, hospital halls, of empty
gray and green.  I  reached  the large rocks facing  the
sea and felt the spray though I was inside.
           I was
           behind windows
           fingering
           the pane

           glass
           seemed to shatter

There was a man beside me.

Then  I  saw  he  was   grotesque,   absurd.  Unwashed,
unshaven.  He had brown eyes and   a brown flat  hat.
His clothes slopped over him,  they had been  days  in
the dirt.  He smelled of beer.  He, too, watched the sea.
His eyes were bright. Turning to me, I
           didn't know
           what to do.
           left him

           my soul

           and ran to find
           I was yet inside
           another room

but   it  was  dark  in   feeling tone  with  gaudy  colors
and   mongrels   and   mutants   of   all    natural  laws,
miniatures, centaurs, transsexuals, lost souls, painted
sleek   eyes,   sneering,   seething,   snarling arms and
smirking, I would be

           sick

           but no

           I saw i

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