Montage

A dream without an ending
I tied its beginning and end
with a knot,
A tremor that had never been bound before.

Every night,
It swells up,
And now the pillow, almost devouring my head,
Whispers with a pale face.

About the things hanging upside down,
Dreams, shadows, bats —
Yes,
The things like noon that the bat’s shadow dreams of —
Until the pillow’s breath stops
choked by the loosened hair.

Someone bangs on the door,
And with each knock, the tightening walls
Laugh through the window bared black.
The sound of shattering glass laughter
Spreads across the floor.

Do not dream a dream bigger than your body.

Always keep the shadow to the east.

No —
Was it the room that swelled up,
Without waking,
Now sitting on a half-collapsed sofa,
Sipping from a broken cup,
And whispering an unbreakable dream, all of it?