Ma, I’ve seen these dreams before,
from afar and terrifyingly up-close.
Seen them lived, shaken and faked,
fought for and perfectly dead;
their safety, their surety, their script
their sanity, their reality, their conceit-
I’m sorry but it’s been nothing more
but a twenty-seven year bore.
Even the truths of prophets
become unremarkable wrongs
if the taste of their proving has been
left unsavoured for long.
So when the hurricane comes flying by,
I will get swept along,
to relearn every meaninglessness
to turn their rubbish to gold
and the weight of everything forgotten
drags me to the centre of earth.
I will return swimming in wounds
just to assure you
that, the thing we both secretly wondered about
is really true.