dust that made this dream is composed of visions, dialogues, entanglements, dreams, fantasies… Any moment of clarity is soon baffled by persistent memories: of the author’s childhood in the Gulf and the Mediterranean, of animal relationships, of daily cruelties, and daily romances too. There is a strong horse and there are eternal flies. There is a threadlike question pulling through the poem about whether the soul is tied to experience. The answer is muddy.