07 August 2007

sleep poem

Some lines of poetry floated in my head last night in that stage between sleep and awake. So I wrote them down to expel them. They are so strange and nonsensical to me now. I've done this before (constructed lines of words in that particular state of sleep) but never written it down.

Here it is:

In this agreement
who gets more air?
Who gets more
The net woven will
partially remain,
partially change.

1 comment:

Hugo Minor said...

The first 4 lines - they are interesting to me because "air" and "refrigeration" make me think of freedom and oppression in so many different contexts. It could be office workers and the gardeners outside - who really gets more air/freedom? And the affluent and the poor - who is really happy?