Idiopathic

You were a disease without name, I was a body gone flame...
                                 - Meghan O'Rourke


In a dream, I screamed myself hoarse
       though I didn't make a sound. I was home,
inside walls and behind doors with little
       fan-light windows at the top— each like 
half of a pie. If I put two together,
       would they fit perfectly like a key
into its lock? Would another universe
       open, in which there is no pain; or
if there is, it's the kind we could name,
       and by naming, vanquish? May you
live in interesting times, peals 
       the bell of a blessing. It suffers from
no vertigo no matter how many times it rams
       its body within the hollow which holds it.
It lives on its own echoes, which every ear
       in a five- to ten-mile radius can hear.