The house beyond the fog.
In this strange ambience.
I'm glad I snuck into this dream.
Even for just one hour.

I can't tell if its evening or early hour.
Perhaps a fall early evening or just a cool spring morning.
Crisp was the air as if lonely ghost had their arms around me.
Guiding me toward the house beyond the fog.

The grey wood porch had sleeping shadows.
Dormant umbra dreams of light that cast them.
In the candlelight they loved to dance.
Sleeping sentinels welcome me in.  

I open the green door in.
The sun now riding high revealed it to be morning behind me.
My grandmother who had been dead for 32 years made me breakfast.  
Was this her home in heaven?

I've conjured a clone
More successful, more attractive, more lively than me.
Taking them into my home,
I feed and take care of them, I polish their bolts and bits.
How I wish my bones could shine silver like their aluminum ribs.
I dream of being as productive and managing,
As talented, daring
Motivated, driven.
I sometimes get the urge to peek under my skin to search for foil bones,
But I crave more than the cold sensation of chrome.
   Tell me,
   Why do I feel this way?
   If I'm machine,
   Where will I go when you die?
   Where will I stay?
My dear friend, I do not have answers, I only have more questions for us to ponder.
However, I believe when I lay down to sleep
Your engine turns off,
And your gears stop turning.
When this happens do you imagine a dream?
Or do you imagine you are living?

The night and day fusion create new colors.
A jumble of rays and lights never seen before.
This interlace of cosmic reverie delight.
Was the color of my thoughts...

I am a dual state particle wave
waiting to collapse my function

I am a high frequency gamma ray,
decayed nucleus penetrates all direction

I am a forlorn quasar
swallowing matter to create worlds

Once you begin to see me,
reality unfurls.

Patron of all my Saints,
Cosīn to my sīn,
Right angled with angels.
St. Michael--tell me where to go.
I love you like Songs of Song---
Felt all of your love play with the entropy of existence---
Entangled---
Ecclesiastic: turn, turn, turn.
Time—entropied away.

Goodbye to the lights.  
The sky lights.
False suns and moons.
False stars and light blooms.

Different versions of the truth.
And even more distorted untruths.
Clocks with numbers that don't make sense.
Surrounded by walls of forest too vast and dense.

Goodbye to the sky.
The broken cracked sky.
False blues and blacks.
From open eyelids seeing through the cracks.

The morning has arrived.
Awaken and alive.
We were just part of the dead dreams.
Our universe was just scrambled thoughts and themes.