ritual no. 2

i want to meet the person

who lives inside my dreams

the soul who’s forgotten

of all these worldly things

i wonder if that person's me

or who i’d be if i could be

beholden to the moment and

what’s in front of me. but those things

in front of me, are all just made by me

so that person in my dreams maybe isn’t me

instead

i must be the room whose doors are always changing

and the faces always fading

i’m the fright who has been chasing

me round; and the phantom legs that weigh a hundred thousand pounds

also i’m the love who i knew at once. already having memories enough,

then i must be the setting coral sun and coral rays of light

because i am the world i dream

of each and every night