I wonder for how long
This thing has been living inside me.
A hidden, dormant
Deformity
Waiting to emerge,
The unintelligible secret
Spilling from a mouth left ajar
And the dilapidation of broken synapses
Taking place.
Dumbly obscene.
At night in my dreams,
I am whole again,
And I can run
The way I can speak French flawlessly in the dreaming.
My hair streams behind me,
Kissed in moonlight
As I sail, swift,
In its silver remission,
And my lungs can hold
The breadth of the heavens
There in the limitless
Expanse of their space.