By Joseph Childress

Notebooks
Full of decorated pages
Display graffiti
Like ancient hieroglyphs
On the walls of caves

These scripts
Lay testament
To the inner workings of soul
And expose
The short coming
Of perfection

This came
In the form of a dream
The realm
Where impossible is the norm
Showing it's possibilities
On a night-to-night basis
And the rules of tomorrow
Are re-written