"The constant dream of my life came to me"
There is a place where I go to hide.
A secret place,
sad and beautiful.
I leave my body behind, as a ruse.
I smile, my head nods.
I make little encouraging noises.
She knows how to listen, they say,
she really understands.
That’s when I can leave safely.
They never notice I am missing.
I have brought this trick to perfection.
My secret place is sad and beautiful.
The world around me shifts according to my mood.
I have torn it down a thousand times
and built something new on the ruins.
It is mine, but I don’t own or control it.
The place is always new
and old landmarks no longer work.
This is a dream
of someone who never learnt how not to dream.
Sometimes things get messy and out of control,
in which case
I can always pop back into my body which is still sitting and listening.
And no one will know I was away.