Dervish Dances

A.

The cosmos' dance, the dead of winter

and I feel it all creep up so slowly,

you sleeping silently there, my thoughts

stalking you sweetly as you dream of being awake.

B.

It was in the night that you first smelled death,

briefly followed by dreams of God. You awoke

with me gently next to you, waking

at

the

very

same

time

.

C.

In infinite verisimilitude, or finite fecundity,

or whatever they all mean, and

you spell them out so eloquently

and silently

like a flower blooming, only to know its three days

until winter,

I saw you there, floating, like God and breath

down, down, down

upon the earth-like surface,

then I saw in your place, lay a pile of dead leaves,

and I knew it wasnt you.

D.

Start, Go, Begin

and then

STOP.

You must sleep now, or your body will never wake.