Riding this wave of awareness
without the provided
reigns, I will meet me, in time
and by then
I will have changed
forms again
be more like you and less like
them, a constant
morphing amalgam
colored subconsciously through time
and talk. Do you
live as if something significant depended
desperately
on your dreams? When your eyelids
enclose you in that courtyard of foreboding
and fear, step one step
after another
and meet me there.
We will embrace, pull
our purpose, with faith,
to waking. We will walk Peace
our new companion
to the edge of reason
where the trees
bend in question
marks and everything we are encouraged
to accept
becomes unglued; suddenly ghostly
and untrue.
