I dreamed of a
poem by
Gary Barwin:
The semicolon dreams. It isn’t one, but two. Brother and sister. Mother and child. Egg and sperm. Zygotic. X and Y. Chromosomal. A Bicameron over the corpus callosum of the page. A greater and lesser brain, brontosaural. A thought and its strange horn. The beginning and end of sleep. A dream of dreaming and of waking. A hand and its other becoming breath and its shadows, a one eye open, a book.