Dream

Close to the door in my dream the small signs I saw a brown sign with wisdom on it I saw a brown one leaning with wisdom on it fringe of a mirror my mother leaning over a pond cupping water leaning against the moulding cardboard or wood which materials do you does your wisdom prefer which a- partment in a summer with someone I felt brave to have touched her love the screen door and the dogs and the cats always getting out. That was the fear two signs fading but recalling they had faded like words fade in stone because of the rain and the days and waking and the dream is leaving with every step leaning over the meat because I do not want you to have died in vain kissing the turkey and the neck of  my dog all animals am I. all dreams, all stone all message am I.