Dreams are symbolic as well as symptomatic. A symptom expresses a variation from a supposedly healthy normal state. A symbol points beyond itself to a meaning that is out of reach of the familiar words of our language. The dream language of the psyche is archaic: spontaneously, regardless of our conscious awareness, it produces fragments of myth, legend, and fairy tale in the form of personal dramas.
The poets stand in the rain.
They wear no raincoats.
They have no umbrellas.
They are discussing the shadow of a shadow of a shadow.
But their poetry is already soaking wet—
They have not developed their reality muscles
So they walk with a limp while admiring the color of a vein in a leaf.
*steps slowly into a puddle until i am completely submerged*
To be so lost and not have the strength to regret it.
But this dark is deep:
now I warm you with my blood, listen
to this flesh.
It is far truer than poems.