Dream

A white room -
be damned if there were more to this -
this image swims in my dreams
extricates itself from impossible schemes
to banish the thought from my mind.

A white room,
floating high,
above a dome of plexiglass.
Since age seven,
this dream dreams itself,
appearing when expected least:
appearing after a day of laughter
appearing when only the foot on the floor slows the spin

A mystic said "it's here for a reason"
Ten dollars dealt me a hand of low numbers
from the dealer of fate
sequestered in some alley.
"It's a message, son"
and smiled with cracked lips.
I wanted to crack his . . .
but leave your fate in another's hands
and this is what you get.