in my dreams i see blue fire; see great range lands flash to char. It is dusk and large birds flood...

in my dreams i see blue fire; see great range lands flash to char. It is dusk and large birds flood like smoke into the sky, and from the wilderness comes a noise I cannot bring with me to the waking world. A warm wind— bitter with ash— washes in from the East. I smell it Take it into my lungs and my dream-mouth fills with honey. And I hold this gift soft in my jaw and the world burns and flakes and becomes nothing. It is in these dreams that I know that i am Chosen. When I wake I go to my window, and below is the street and the city stretching toward the horizon. I see them: at my job, on the subway. They drink their coffee, read their papers, live through the patterns of their lives. They do not understand. They cannot see what I am. Cannot see my purpose. And when last light falls away from the horizon, I will cleanse my body and ready my mind. And in my dreams, my heart will open to the heavens, and I will wait here for my signal.