My dreams are changing
as I am changing and
the people around me
are changing. Those
relatives and homies who have died
tend to populate more and
more my dreams nowadays.
The great traitors and enemies
and nemeses of my life
seem to materialize in the
dreams as they sprout in
various forms around me in real life.
And my affairs, love-interests…

The notion starts as a play,

As a lyric, like a rhyme,

Sometimes, in a dream;

Then grows a chiliad times.

Beware! The folded moon

Unfolds gradually,

Over a fortnight, all the while

Visibly discomforting the

Disguised werewolf.

Notice: how the vaporized

Normal eau coagulates and wants

To fall plainly…