the vagaries of night…

I’ve had dreams of a man who is me but not me. This
man is nothing like my waking self, instead he’s both
fierce and fabulous and lives in a land terrible with
snow under the pivot of the stars held by hasty and 
evil-tempered folk who have the nature of bears. This
man eats raw meat and fat and the eggs of fen fowl.
He is unnavigable, shrouded in fur, known only to Him
who created him. The man of my dreams worships
within a cloud of wheeling horses, and is as curious
and dangerous as a nightmare.
I’ve had dreams of a man who is not me, but is.

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  1. patriciaspreng on December 31, 2011 at 4:18 pm

    Cool. You are a blessed man. God’s continued blessings to you and your family in this wonderful new year.

  2. jamesdog on December 31, 2011 at 5:29 pm

    Iron John…

  3. Matthew Kreider on December 31, 2011 at 6:26 pm

    Forget the horse. Bring me a bull.

    Your voice is blood-stained and grinning. Love it.

  4. Linda Roberts-Baca on December 31, 2011 at 7:04 pm

    Seems to me your dream is the subtext for “Beauty and the Beast”.

    Maybe this is how all men feel deep down (and some drum in the wilderness to rediscover it)?


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