Dream

Such a strange dream last night
Maybe with a message in it
Missing syllables of silence
That speaks when I wake up.

Felt empty like the dryness of the
Underworld words pronounce
The dreams like figure melt.

Empty bottle signifier
Full sublime and whole
Waiting for the semiotic
Finger supposes.

Dreamt of masses illness
When I woke I still felt ill.
Laughing over the lost now
I'm speaking gone what woke.