Song of Waking Dreams

I open
I open myself my eyes
My mouth - with a cry
For being
And dreams
I still see dreams
____I have not shaken
____That are not yet unreal

But air fills me
I gaspingly inhale-
Something in it will revive me

I cough and my throat
______is papery, shaking like notebook paper
As the air__rustles it loudly
____and____there is stiff fluttering
___I____cannot breathe
_My eyes see fantasy
_My being is dreamstuff
Pages upon pages
blowing violently, spiraling winds
Rotating with the world
_____________ on it in it of it
___Its destroyer and renewer

I exist only within this storm,
Drinking my fill from baleful rain water

________The air rends__ me

___________I open __.