In a dream I saw the city in a shadow, and the river beyond.
Siting where the river meets the sky, fancy and illusion get drunk on rum and bad intent.
In a dream it was also that squid-head that called to me, for when awake I never hear squid.
Perhaps it is natural for me to see them awake,but dreaming is how I am reminded of who I have been.
I preferred to be awake,but that’s just the lie I tell myself to keep the dreams at bay.
What I wrote was laughed at by those Squid Heads,much better that, then silence.
The more I withdraw from the world,the more silent I became,a sound impossible to describe on paper