I followed the prompt by listening to other people talk about their dreams and then I wrote down my interpretation.
Sequence
He talks numbers in his dreams
counts restless formulas
wakes to technicolor sweat
his body thick with numbers,
he forgets how to speak.
...
The old conversations
close your tongue.
You recount the arguments
and calculate the number of
seconds, minutes, hours
that it took your anger to turn
its cheek and laugh.
...
I laugh deep into the mating call
thirsty to contain murmurs and violins
the sound of the violent tide and forest,
salt and wood, frog and bird, the locust
recede like silk over skin.
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