NaPoWriMo 4: Dreams

It wavers,

Zee-da-ti-ta, Tip-a-ti-ta
Zibbadi zubadi za:

And goes still.

Blank screen.

Bees buzzing.

Tring, Tring.
Are you alive
Or are you sleeping?

Wait. Lucid dreaming.

Ha ha ha ha. Ha ha.
Zubbadi da zubbidita
Tippida tiipi da

Castles? Nah.
Cross falling
And a staircase,
One huge mountain.

Me falling.

Wohooo. Little beasts singing
Zibbida-zubadi-da, tibbi-di-ta

Aaaaaaaaa!
Save me.

Shiva's magnanimous hand,
Me, a little bird, twirling.

Wavering,
Tornadoes

Centering at the black hole:
The mind's eye,
The gods smiling.

The earth's a peacock,
Blue with green patches:

Little birds sing

Clearly

Resembling,

Remembering
One name so close to mine.

Dreams: computer screens,
Going awry.

#Napowrimo 4