SIMIDIOT

the beautiful fool

descend into the dream

you are already dreaming

every mirror shows a different face

The Gallery
of Selves

which one is the idiot?

the wise jester laughs at gravity

simi·di·ot

i collected these from my other lives

You are walking down a hallway that narrows with every step. The walls press closer. The ceiling lowers. Your words compress into single syllables.

The light at the end is not an exit. It is a keyhole. You are the key, and also the lock, and also the door that was never there.

Meaning collapses. Letters touch. Breath shortens.

Narrower.

Still.

...

the walls remember your shape

DREAM

memory folly wonder shadow mirror

dissolve become forget drift return begin

the idiot knows what the wise forget that nothing matters and everything sings

the pool has no bottom

wake up