dreams come before descriptions do. even those descriptions, inside to yourself, all those piles of thoughts you already think. yes, you know? you know what the dream means to you, intimately, by experience alone, before you make those chalk outlines around this genuine immediate sense of self. that’s what. that’s why.
poem is experience. word is understanding.
and yes, the poem is not what you see on the page nor hear in your ear. poem is what happens before and bigger than.