Elucidating Questions

The phones don’t work

The lights won’t turn on

It doesn’t matter what number I dial it’s never the right one

It won’t go through I

Remember that it’s a strange place entirely under my control on some level and I look around

They can’t know or they’ll wake me up

I know it won’t be simple but,

I think of who I want to talk to and I dial a completely random number

And it works.

I know how to make phones work now.

But I’ve never dreamt the night.

I’ve dreamt nighttime

Around a campfire curled up at his side and leaning closer I’m not cold but we’re not touching enough

The conversation is so easy and unimportant that all that’s left is the feeling of

Touching him

And the slight illumination of our four other companions.

But not the night sky.

And I only fly during the day.

I know they got suspicious because I feel I was talking in my sleep,

In my mind the words I said were integral to the greater good of whatever I was speaking to

I wonder awake if they were gibberish.

So much flying and wandering,

So much gathering and helping

So much ability to do so

So much confidence

And I want to know what that person I dream of who is me knows that lets

Muffled but,

The ungendered untethered unbroken me

Who stands in a room that I don’t want to be in and says

I’m leaving now.

But stands in a room and sees people who also don’t want to be there and says

I’m going to help get you out of this.

And can drive a car

Even though it’s not usually on a road.

But if that is me,

Then who the hell am I?