Alimentation

I feed them every night,
And I grow light—glowing
Like a starfish (silver and 
Green ponds for eyes)

And giving: sprouting
Silent hellos as I sink
Deeply into my own sleeves;
Grabbing watery weeds
As I stir; and occasionally

When the sun comes up
I sleep—yielding
Dream's mnemonic fruits 
For the next coming.

Dale Chou
2007-03-04