I discovered the meaning of dream in a disaster

Austin Lam, 2T2 MAM

purple hue of numbness;

red embers of fear;

blinding silver of anger;

transparent reflection of uncertainty;

woven into a

blanket of space and time,

torn 

and fluttering 

blanket of space and time

weighs heavy, affording

uneasy comfort

tightness of the chest 

warped in its 

caress,

I had visions of 

cannons aimed at us

the artillery,

in a uniform line,

fires at us,

collectively

And I’m ok with it;

I’m ok with

not being ok.

I feel it.

shards of the

crystalline blanket 

penetrate my skin

like shrapnel 

we stand—we fall—we march,

kaleidoscopic skies

radiate our souls.

waves forming a playground

distribution of space and time 

is heavy.

and now, I am also

carried by its lightness.