i pluck breath from here
and tear from there
a fleeting whisper back there
some heaps of hope gathered
at my foot, by which lay
hard earned decisions
and i have enough material
to give birth to a dream
to disappear, to disappear
such thoughts percolate
from the deep membranes
bubbling through
the beating drum
to disappear, to disappear
can it be the only answer
that the mind poses to
the question that the winds
of time have issued
he allows me
to dream
freely
fluffy hot scorching
liquid feelings
coz this world
is but a dream
a breath long
infinitus promise
she was one of those
lone wanderers
not necessarily lost
just lone, because
things made sense
from the outside
nonsensical train of thoughts
make sense in their insensible
reign coz they rule this region
with a rigid command, for in
complex stupor you can somehow
equate all this for all that
and end up back in the real world
unfathomably scratched
