He slept by the river

He slept by the river without interruption:
Firstly he dreamt of ladies sailing by in the night, then he dreamt of ravens swooping down and circling his head, then he dreamt of girders growing all around him.

In his sleep texts kept slipping into his mind in the form of  questions that he forgot very quickly: when he awoke he searched the earth around him but he did not find them.

They had asked him: Are you trespassing? Is it illegal to sleep by the river? and should you be in gaol?

His appearance in the middle of the night was a block of grey stone.
The river police did not notice him as they cruised by beneath the crescent moon.
All was empty in a primordial vacuum; all was silent without any debt to the spiritual.

He was like a tiny button on the enormous coat of the clouds on the ghost of the universe. He awoke to a large dark crowd of angry homeowners surrounding him like devils – he ran.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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