i dreamed some birds or something in a pouch or i don't know endangered but not killed 
my dreaming wanted to make them killed so i could get angry and mourn 
i wake upset upset depletes life force but in a dream it may be different
upset that i fixed on that mourning undeath ignoring something else-what
perhaps what had happened i had done that was not death but eruption at r.
so i use an incident in sleep and limn it with death that yet is living and opening
a pouch of possibility like birds in a tale only dreamed and dreamed into waking
limning the tale by camouflage of investigation not ever hunting or war not even in dreams
so to distract myself and flow, flow from what i cant address, and may betimes want to hide
from, by indirection, camou flow then in a way the incident transupposed to dream 
and the other implicate, camou into story, displacing emotion like water which
by its nature is flow. 
it flowers
sad angry fear
into flowers
waking me.

amazing and dimly recollected  the dream
slipping back under i
trust these things 
work themselves
without words words 
are for waking
whence i remember in dream and put 
with the camouflage dog 
in the model yacht pond earlier that day
his mom saying i cant see him i lost him 
thats the trubble with camouflage
but trust reveals and trust calls us back saying
don't forget about me, i am you,
i am your trust to keep
reminding you.