A thing of dream
Ripples beneath the waves
A thing maker of what is never to be,
of what must be
Tension of creation
Alchemy in the void
The life from death
The end of a wheel
The flat spot on a perfect globe
Dreams of God,
Unknown to His creator
The darkness in full sunlight,
the beckoning shade in desert
Death as but a thin film perspective,
blurred by surface tension
Tomorrow is past
“Enter on the B side”
That’s why you dream of it tonight
There are no riddles that do not rhyme
Blank in the Fills
Truth is lie
Lies are never knowing
And am not I
Spelling words,
but with images from the back of your skull that
Cannot be woken from
End each moment in life
with preposition I beg you,
of
