drifting

drifting
in the dark behind closed eyelids
in the dark room deeply blackened by
extinguished lamplight

finally weary
of bending over paper pen book chart
finally black in mind

asking to speak to chiron
in dreaming or in this drifting
that is not waking

a long giving and taking
in the dark
with someone nameless wise an
authority among authorities
on me
on the cosmos
as if those are separate

asking many questions learning
that the answers are
in me
the cosmos in me
but my thoughts are drifting and
no answers coming

the wise someones talk among
themselves too quietly
for me to hear their words

and my dreamings
when eyes open to daylight
are sounds colors shapes
of waking life
answering nothing
only asking