Vertigo

And I dreamt last night that I was married to man much older than myself,
and we never had sex, he had some sort of medical condition, it was a marriage of convenience and social custom..
and I had a lover, we were meeting clandestine,
and I was scared and torn. I wanted the vein of aliveness, to break with my circumstance.
The way dreams are, I have known the older man in my waking life, but he has never played any sort of role to me in that way..
and the lover, he bound my ankles in thick bungee cord and said..
this will help with your indecision, and outfaced me off a high rock.

And I woke harsh, arms flung open, hitting the sheets like wings in throttle..
descent like a crucified inversion. Hanging suspension.
His rich chocolate voice in my ear.

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the drugged sensation from the dream hangover and the clutch in my gut were
so strong, I had to rise and go to the trail early, to break the remnants for my day.
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Night theatre as venue for self falling thru self.