I woke up with nothing Painting

This is a commission piece. I used two maps of the area i am living in right now and applied all sorts of old and new words it. the text at the top reads.... I must remember to dream. it wouldn't be a dream if i knew how to do it. It wouldn’t be a dream if it was easy. it wouldn't be a dream if it didn’t scare me. or make my palms sweaty, or stalk my sleep. it wouldn't be a dream if it didn’t move me. it wouldn't be a dream if everyone understood it. it wouldn’t be a dream if no one got upset about it. or annoyed about it. or asked no questions at all. It wouldn't be a dream if it were done quickly. it wouldn’t be a dream if it were done smooth. it wouldn't be a dream if it didn't fail 500,000 times along the way or go upside down. it wouldn't be a dream if it just gave up as soon it starts to get weird. dreams don’t don’t go straight from 1 to 33 dreams don’t need to know why they are dreams dreams don’t need to feel comfy. dreams don’t need an MRI scan to prove they are not crazy. dreams are not from the head. dreams live in the drumming blood. dreams are are a map. dreams are a story. dreams are a musical house to sweep up torture. dreams are in love with the alphabet and in love with the mountains. dreams are disgusted by your artwork. dreams are the names of flowers. dreams repair the past and eat the mulberries and umbrella the piss and invest in a compass. dreams don’t want to do anything else because they know they can only do that. dreams are the salvation of talking. dreams are quiet. dreams know how to shut me up. it wouldn’t be a dream if it didn’t beat me over and over again. The chaos doesn’t get less but also what refuses to get less is my dream. This is one of my favorite poems I have ever written and it seemed right to put it on this map, as this is the area I wrote it! enjoy. xx