The materialization and vaporization of thought itself

Every night is October 31st
You know the time of year,
EL Dia de los Muertos,
Halloween, All Saints Day,
the time when the veil between the two worlds is the thinnest.

Ghosts speak to me at night
the number of ghosts is incalculable
infinite
crammed into my dreams.

I bring back fresh knowledge every morning
like honeydews cleaved in half
the small seeds scooped out
the green flesh glistens in the sun.

By noon I am dumb.

Every night is October 31st
the time when the two worlds join and separate
join and separate
join and separate
like heartbeats
like lovers.