measuring dreams sacred science
vivid or fading like mists
shards of memory
in the waking hour
do you remember or dismiss Lees voort “Pillow (mirror)”
She laid there in the bed
tubes and machines beeping
her lips, so red Lees voort “bedtime story”
i feel the hot sands of a broken earth
beneath the cracked soles of my feet
and i am silenced by the off-beat
drums of sound, the rhythm Lees voort “call it (life)”
wolfshadowwhispers 
You said/ Julle sê