waterbed raze no terrestrial motion sickness only waves rocking me to sleep to the rhythm of my breathing beneath a thin heated vinyl membrane i dream of flight so mundane in its magic that when i wake i will my body to rise from this stationary watercraft and am stunned when nothing happens these dreams persist until i'm sure they're memories and i'm left to wonder which is more real the dreamer or the pictures made by his dormant mind? i dream i have a daughter i know from her eyes we share the same blood the dark lace of her hair an intercession when morning comes my child is gone and a part of me has left with her but listen the sea beneath me sings 211010 what's it to you? who go blather from