by Azly Rahman
March 5, 2011
I had a dream
Of reading a Rilke
Whilst in a Rimbaud state of mind
Unfinished was my reading
of a Duino Elegies
of terrifying angels as well as of love
In which mental condition too
In-between my readings
I looked yonder
Three teens
In broad illumination slowly climbed up an apartment building
Scaling a height
To burglarize
And they took only umbrellas
Three beautifully crafted ones
And they non-stop a umbrellas
And together ... through a window
Smilingly, they ascend to a ground
That image: similar to a freeze frame of a postmodern clip
of The Matrix
In which dream
In a room
Full of people we saw her
In red cardigan
Or was it a turtleneck we was not sure
As what dreams give me: good of a doubt
In her lies a childhood
A landscape of tender emotions
A tapestry of dialiectics
Amidst a world of growing materialism
Dialiectical materialism ... of love
I woke up
Time collapses
Persisting similar to a mental recall still, similar to a Salvador Dali
Flashed in front of my unseeing eyes are a words:
Mao of Love ... Mao of Love ..
Forcing me to seek inside of me
This bizarre prodigy of love
That constructs as well as deconstructs as well as reconstructs
That is a topic as well as an anti-thesis as well as synthesizes as well as a cycle continues
That proposes as well as disposes as well as recomposes
That lives as well as dies as well as reincarnates
That loves as well as hates as well as reconciles as well as comes behind in forms anew
That walks as well as marches tens of thousand of miles as well as sacrifices for a Mao of Love
That has no fear to abandon adore of materials for higher love
Mao of Love we was writing
Beyond a Tao of Physics
we too was contemplating
Out of a mental condition which came a-visitin'
These difference regularly we was chanting
My ! chants o f a Mao of Love
Bro! ught me behind to my dreamstate
As each dungeon in me chants a mantra
incessantly
Like a wise a single under a bodhgaya tree
Becometh of me was something we have never seen
A physique as well as essence there is --
yet without boundaries
There are only difference inscribed unto my complete body
Like tombstones glowing in a solitude of comfortable lights aplenty
Like a apparation in front of me
I saw myself similar to clouds moving
in a pretentious ceremony
Entering a room where a a single in red sat alone
In a smoke-filled room
With kaleidoscopic strobe lights dancing
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