recurrent nightmares and a taste for mint tea

long entryways
high halls
i am hanging somewhere from above
in all the dreams:
    there's light, even from within
    there's dark, even from the inside
a sense of belonging into what is no longer mine
a body fills to be a cavity i can sleep in; no more progression
i draw a line into empty space
while i hear the songs that draw out my blood

it's immense
i have been dreaming of reclusion and secluded spaces
of dreams of unknown victims
every day i think about
what life would've been
without you