November 22, 2021
"Mes de los Muertos"


Nine leagues west of the sun


Nine leagues west of the sun

Nine leagues west of the sun
Under the shining ones
their lamps oceans

the damsel spoke my name
and I fell into the stream
the dark waters beneath the world

the world hovered in an eclipse above my head
as I was drowning
watching the light blur against my eyes

whose edifice extends against my chest
its orbs my eyes
its spine my back
its throat my hands
touching the soil against the rock
out of the dark

if I am shining one
dark as the day
bred to bark the commands of the sun
baked to know the meaning of the cut
from east to west
mother to son

tell me the extent of your dreaming
and whose vast continents you've seen
in your thunderous launch
into the black

Article © Robin Wyatt Dunn. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-06-29
Image(s) are public domain.

1 Reader Comments

06:52:25 PM

Quite the psychedelic trip, reminded me of a shaman style dream.

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