I scaled Kilimanjaro last night in my dream;
Always remember things are not as they seem.
I took two steps backward to look at the scene, pristine was the mountain, snow a’gleam;
Always remember things are not as they seem;
I lost traction as I looked back and saw mountains beneath, and remembered my sorrow-
As my boot tripped and I slipped off Kilimanjaro.
It was like my scaling and trailing meant nothing in the air-
That I fellow through, tripped through, as my body felt the glare-
Of classmates, lost freights of tubs, tubs of memories;
In laundry baskets, funeral caskets, and brackets filled with words;
I had forgotten to speak in my time, sharply bleak, before I scaled the mountain peak;
To forget the things that made me uneasy, crazliy misleading to myself and my destiny; I had forgotten yesterday;
Hoped for a better tomorrow-
So I fell from Kilimanjaro-
And looked at a picture of a long-lost love, with a shriek.