Dreams
by Carlos Quinteros III
Planted mines hidden
underneath memories
blasting fragments
of the subconscious
onto the psyche’s surface
resurrecting the dead and
allowing the suppressed to speak.
Futures lived-in
ageless bodies
pushing the boundaries of physics
dying without disappearing
where lifetimes happen
in the span of hours.
haunting daylight
running reality into
the darkness of doubt–
pitting Heart against Brain
on the edge of pillows–
until the Sandman
drops me onto the night
floor,
where spiders roam
away from their webs.