Wanderlust and Immense
We live in those nights,
travelers visited by our own unconscious gift:
the courage to face our fears, accepting vulnerability:
who is afraid of whom? The bright moon, mystical, serene–
is she also dreaming?
One could sleep with bare arms, bare legs,
and the fear of forgetting
anything can happen. Dreams
will devour you.
[Remix poem. Source: Tweets responding to Henri Rousseau’s The Sleeping Gypsy. 1897.]