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Show THE DREAM OF THE MOTH Only when your eyes grow accustomed to the dark do you begin to notice the two yellow lights hovering at arm's length over the hills of your bed. And then you realize they are your own fingertips glowing where they lifted the moth by its wings that afternoon in the field by the house. Trying to rub one another clean the fingertips themselves seem in flight over the dark blankets though the light has gone deep into the skin and will not be brushed away. Later, in your dream, the two spots of light have become the two lit windows of a house standing in a black field- a house which draws you irresistably toward it. And when your legs will not carry you there fast enough your thumb and finger break from your hand and flutter away leaving you behind, collapsed and gasping in the wet grass. You can see them in the distance now a dark shape butting against the glass of the windows but inside the house someone turns out the light and closes the door behind him and soon you feel two enormous fingerprints of pressure moving across your back, pinching your shoulder-blades together, and it's then you know this is your last dream, the one you will never fly away from.. |