On the interpretation of dreams

No one puts store in dreams now
the way our elders used to do—

Teeth falling out of a mouth
like dice out of a cup: your life

is in gravest danger. Wings of a moth
or a butterfly grazing your cheek: the dead

have remembered something they need to say.
Flying over a sleeping town and touching

the bell-pull in the tower: soon it will
be morning; soon, the night is going.

 

In response to Via Negativa: November dusk.

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