new, long overdue title.
it's from a translation by peter hargitai of a hungarian poem entitled "Consciousness."

the first two stanzas go:

Dawn sifts heaven from earth
and all the insects and children
swirl into sunlight.
Everywhere the brilliant lightness.
Last night the leaves lit
the trees like butterflies.

I have seen
blue, red, yellow in dreams
and felt the order of things -
not one stone out of kilter.
Dreams oil joints,
and machines become the order of things.
The moon rises by day,
the sun by night.



while that line may not hold for everyone or for every dream, it's certainly something to aspire to....
- posted by Maxime @ 9:40 PM