this dream is beginning in the street when at night <br />carefully I am looking at the more and more dark sky <br />and suddenly I see creatures some strange are flying <br />degenerated though similar to reptile-birds <br /> <br />there is a season starting from today, a strange man is saying, <br />of bats which, here are just arriving <br />I am looking with fear, when are landing on the pavement <br />it looks like the blooming lawn now with May <br /> <br />only there are completely different flowers here <br />abdomens from the thin cuticle slippery pale <br />they are a matter of concern - not harmless associations <br />and backs covered with shining feathers <br /> <br />black and are gleaming the same as shoes applied shoe polish to <br />one of them is trying already to attack me <br />kind of I was sentenced to the eternal penance <br />but my subconscious ordered me to plan <br /> <br />the one, entire slimy covered with thick glue <br />it wants to me probably to stick already forever <br />violently I am pushing out and I am making a success of it <br />the coating on my forearm is staying <br /> <br />of still shining of his black wing <br />this situation transfixed me and become repulsive <br />when with morning dawn then again I am looking into the mirror <br />into the window - I am pale, still empty street <br />- <br />Maria Barbara Korynt - Daga dream (from 09 IV/2009)<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-season-for-bats-this-poem-is-dedicated-for-my-daughter-da/
