A soul yonder,
Speak
Yes
Does it ease.

Inhale, ah
Forever.

Breathe.

A distance, great
Felt closed with a breeze.

Whisper to me
It is not a dream.

Quick!
Grasp it, sense it,
Make it freeze?

What was it so abrupt,
Here then gone
Sickly stomachs quease.

Another breeze
Another month
Another, forgotten routine.

Consistency, unfathomable
But fathom I ask… you

Please.

Once under moon
Tell me
It is not a dream.