My dreams have all been sinister and strange
since my better half has left me.
Years have piled on and still
I sleep the slumber of the restless,
dream like one in the throes of torment.
In these dreams, I am searching for a Roman,
a commander of a great legion
with golden, shining armor.
He is tall with elegant Roman features,
a hard, glittering smile and stone eyes.
I search for him for a reason unknown
but the urgency makes my heart beat faster
and anxiety hold me close.
All I know is that something important
hinges on my ability to find him.
And I'm wandering through a city
with jeweled towers and silver-paved streets.
It is a Utopia of immeasurable riches
yet there is a foul stench in the air and
there is poison in the eyes of its people.
The people are clothed in fine
that cover the emptiness of their
They are devoid of humanity, of
and when I beg them for help as they
stroll leisurely by me,
they can only cast me contemptuous
hurl insults at me over their
Time, poverty and death are absent
but so is compassion and
I soon realize that I am walking the
the City of Dis, in the lower levels of
where love is not love and
peace is only a pause in the fighting.
Dante envisioned retribution for the sinners,
a pit of fire and shit and mud,
but it seems as if the punishments are reserved for the innocent.
They walk, the flatters, the murderers, the pimps,
the barraters, the soothsayers, the
hypocrites and thieves
and they are forever locked, playing out
their ugly schemes.
Their plots never fail them and they take all they can carry.
They continue on as if they never died,
foresaken to never be redeemed and never be denied.
I am captured in this gilded place by
rogues and princes,
all wearing opulent crowns and
They throw me into a yawning
into the darkest, coldest abyss
a concentration camp for
Here, I fall in love with a boy who has
pale blue eyes with irises that have no
and undulate when he fixes his
He sleeps next to me in this
and although sometimes his Surrealist
eyes make me seasick
and his body is as cold as death
I love him
because he held me when I was
and spoke to me when I was
But suddenly, he is taken away
I fight like one possessed to save
My jailers have the strength of evil and
and throw me back with a careless
as if to mock my strongest
I am left alone to ponder if this will
my second death.
It dawns on me that I have yet to
the Roman in Dis and
somehow I know that this
will elicit some cruel, never-ending
But rather than suffer
at the hands of my cruel
I melt into the ground
to find myself deposited onto a lily
in the creek by the house I used to live
and I'm no longer frightened but I'm
as if I might have left my soul behind in
waiting for a second death next
the boy with the wavering-iris
I awaken with a
seeing the unfamiliar in my familiar
I am home.
I try to catch my
shaking and trembling through and
and wonder if I've been asleep all my
because nothing has felt as
as this dream for many, many
Was it real or just a
For a moment, wavering there
darkness and the waking world, I am unsure
because I swear that I can still see
the glare of light glinting off of the
towers of Dis,
still feel the cold embrace of my lover with wavering-iris eyes.