I dreamt words last night. All night. Words and letters, falling and tumbling in graceful cadence ‘cross the scrim of my mind. asphodel mimicry laudanum lemony emolument pearl peach tree furl marshal resplendent gypsy trancendent al And when I woke, when I opened my eyes, fighting the light, fighting the alarm’s harangue, oh how sad I was, how bereft I was, to find the words replaced by things. ©s rogers 18 august 2012