In Flight Dream/Seeing More Clearly...

...and We Will Be Showing An In-Flight Dream...or, Seeing More Clearly With Both Eyes Closed

For L.A. 'fore My Ascension; Up Towards
Her Angels' Lair...

Oh, merciful God; see this...
me & me walking down a corridor of muted light; aware of Everything, phased by Nothing; the shallow breaths a hundred in one...

Taxiing out, I reach for my wallet. It is old; battered. Reach again for her picture; talisman. I selfishly had offered it in prayer, to safety's comforted sings-song'd Fuse...

Now, as a vacuum of delicate air drags us through a dimension, or two, or three, I study the photograph, for clues
I Know need not be there...

And as the rivetted chariot ascends into still and yet another shade of consequence and clear fires, I concentrate on the exchange of hands, so as not to crush the paper likeness;
a singular image to ward off
brash nightbirds and wand’ring shackles...

Later, as we descend into streams of asphalt and evergladian salt-rods; I am still clutching, yet as tenderly as could be done, descending the image of a far-away half-smile, somehow changed, but so much the same, as a sun-rise or star-set; the rays of orange glass and fevered glow-lines
that cross every face known them...

It is with these rather simple-seeming miracles that I depart from the Wind Lanes. I have made another round, and fooled another Dream. Fooled another lonely Dream into
thinking I'd been lost...

Eric Scott Bloom
April 2oo1