The Unicorn Mask of Ignorability
Dreamed 2009/10/13 by Wayan
|
I walk the labyrinthine home
where I grew up. Why do I live the maze again? Am I growing down? I don my childhood unicorn
engineer-priests in antique robes
What for? For whom? |
Strangers' debris salts my old room.
Some hardback Chinese classics. Scattered shattered statues on melancholy, dwindled shelves. Grief of the broken. Where
see my horn, they'll counterspell.
all their secrets spill. |
NOTES AND GUESSES
A NOTE ONE YEAR LATER
The dream looks more predictive now than symbolic. A few months after it, my mom died suddenly. I turned glum and silent. As I write, our childhood home is being sold. Buyers and realtors wander the empty rooms, planning architectural makeovers... as sixty years of family history evaporates.
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