Dream is but a life, Severed from congruence and chronology. Did I imagine my memory? The adolescent blizzard, The tar pits of first love, The prepubescent honeycomb, The shedding of innocent skin, The infant cobweb spun by genetics. Death at the leg of my mate, Birth among a thousand siblings.
Climbing to the ground From the sky where i was buried, Resting in rapid eye ether, Transparent atmospheres solidify With ruby whips of gravity. My reflection in your fingernails, My face askew in distortion, Your hand's a house of mirrors, Peeling at my silhouette. I'm drinking fire, As we cremate the sea.
Nirvana becomes panoramic, The air ripples. The topaz pillar i held becomes my body pillow, And I wipe the sleep from my eye.
The dream unstitched, We sew reality back up, But the thread gets thin At night.