I have elephant dreams
alongside domestic afternoon visions
there is the aroma of jasmine
Rising from the chapel

Big cats claw at my resurrection
and orchids flower in the periphery
Of nuns bent over
peering into the mouths of lilies

“The soul needs to be stirred
from time to time
into awakening”

My child sucks on the amber
I give him which shows him dreams
of honey chambers and rose-consciousness

and it comes to me I am a Mother

The sphinx guards the portal of dreams
where the panther curbs his urge
to bite the flesh
that appears to him amidst
the paradise where the plane crashed

In the dream where the mind meets the body
and passion gives way to walking on water
I return to the currency of youth

So the philosopher in blue with deepening eyes
allows me to open the jaws of the lion
Wider, wider
until he can swallow the world

— Juliette Sandoval is an artist from Los Angeles. Her writing has been featured in Inscape, APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL and Bruiser. She is the founder and Editor-in-Chief of Lost Highway, an underground magazine which is inspired by the philosophy of the cut-up as pioneered by Brion Gysin and William S. Burroughs. You can find out more about her work at https://rabbitsmoon.hotglue.me/.

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