Lately, in my dreams
I live the nightmares dense with reality.
On the computer,
but my fingers cannot touch the keys.
Trying to read the screen
but words are a runny fuzz of color.
A superhero in an airport where only model planes can fly
and the bad guys win, then the good guys, a useless circle
Perhaps tonight I will run through a meadow, freely,
and fear the lovely blooms hide a cactus garden
at the edge of death
inside the heart of illness
where do I