I woke up in a fettered heat
Salty terror swam down my brow
I dreamt I was a grape
Naturally round, and unblemished
Wind blew through the land expressing its curving calligraphy
The rustle passed through the trees writing me notes
It blew through the grass painting with texture
It hit my little home
A grape vine crew house
I poured my contents to you
Receiving my umbilical unnecessary return
We were brothers born on the same vine
I awoke to a desert heat causing our connection to break
The further we BOTH fell
The further the beads of sweat slid down my cheek.
This is the way
It
Is
It is
a day dream
As I hit the ground rolling away.
It is
a lack of connection in the first place.