Karl (louderback) wrote,


Nausea Knob, somewhere near Mt. Erebus in Antarctica.

         Dreaming again. I woke around 2:00 and couldn't get back to sleep after a really disturbing dream.

         In the dream the landscape was not unlike that pictured above, but much more snow-covered. I strode about, pacing. I was aware of the cold, snow was blowing, but didn't consider it much. It seemed quite natural and not at all uncomfortable.

         I kept returning to the edge of a deep crevasse, peering, not into it, but across it, as though I expected something or someone to appear on the far side. This continued for a very long time, perhaps days. At last, with a sense of despair, I left and began clambering down a steep mountainside. I climbed a very long time until I realized I had climbed down into the crevasse. I continued until the sides became very steep and the crevasse itself narrowed as though nearing its bottom. There I found a ledge that was quite wide, but seemed barely to accommodate my size. I climbed down onto this ledge and followed it for a short distance until I found what I have to call a cave. It didn't seem in any way really like a cave. It was a crack in a huge glacial piece of ice. It hadn't been formed in any way. It had no rooms or passages, and really seemed more to be a defect in the ice like a bubble or a split you sometimes see in an ice cube.

         I entered this place and found it to be a bit confining. It should have been cold - it was cold - but that didn't seem to matter to me. I found a spot on the floor against one wall. I sat there, leaning back, with my hands around my knees. I felt like I was becoming a part of the fissure, part of the walls and floor. That is when I woke.

         For beanrua:


When conversations tend toward insanity,
Or again toward compulsive inanity,
For a different tone,
I pick up my phone,
And dial someone possessing humanity.

         I'm still feeling miserable. I am pretty sure I'm coming down with the institutional flu… meaning "whatever is going around the prison this week." My blood sugar is still hovering over 200 (11). That doubtless accounts for part of my yuckitude.

         No freewriting today

         Today's poem is at my website and in louderpoetry


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