Am I dreaming?
I can never tell anymore.
It spins, whether I’m awake
or not.
The flowers grow around me as I lay
and I let them pull me under
and hold me tighter.
They cradle me.
I feel safe.
I turn away,
letting the flowers envelope me
whole.
My hands clasp together,
whether in prayer or madnss,
I do not know.
They watch with blind eyes,
spinning,
growing.
Am I dreaming it
or is it dreaming me?