I dream (and so do a great many things)

I

Dream (and so do a great many things)


the sound of my teeth brushing against the

stone of my tongue, the sound

of the wind and the sky in the tree,

the sound of my own mind

whizzing in my hair, the

Sparkle of music 

In a glance

mystic mouth opens

and I'm a dream


there's a thousand

waypoints in a single

moment, all of them

different, each on this


plane, this tiny blue cube

that you call home.

from seed is a

fruit

woven,

of an

invention

but now

it grows.


and then comes a

bite, and finally

says,

it's an invention.

it's just a dream

i'm still alive


so i'm still dreaming


but i was afraid

i wasn't dreaming


it was always like this --

always like this


this is my dream


there's a hole

that looks real

in this dream