off to bed

a hollow vessel

silent dreams

the body temple

moments made of moments

made of tread in a string

string in a seam

seam in a weave

wrapped in a reality

follow maps of a mentality

and then

sentiment sediment

settling fights with your head again

still alone? met a friend?

bone flesh skin

red against cold glass thin

being led gets old fast

holding on

hope the hold lasts in

my dreams

begin