Deeper Than Dreaming

A.R. MINHAS

The waters re-appear

Drowning imagination in salty froth

As the world strangles his neck, he felt his teeth fall,

Below the abyss of the waking world— like notes from the past

Images left on the canvas

“Don’t paint them again!”

I wander now on the boat made of rubber tires

Using broken hands to steer

The stiffness points north

“I have no intentions of going on journeys anymore.

Let’s dream to wander aimlessly.”

Inner eyes seeing through the body

But there are no landmarks or memories to possess

Everything I was once

Gone

Left only with the finding of himself

With fluidity, he soothes his urges,

But now the tempest has risen again

Nostrils contracting with the heavy scent of turpentine

Knowing the power over him is held by the blueness of the past

But the crippled sailors’ journey is meaningless

At the same time, the boat is only directed…

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