I love to receive a beautiful postcard from your place of voyage.
You are your own travel light.
I didn’t want to dream of you anymore, so I quit sleeping.
Your dreams are so far outside of your comfort zone, you’ve convinced yourself you don’t dream at all.
Luckily we don’t sleep standing. Who knows where the dream will take us!
I can see clearly my visions.
If you trust in yourself. . .and believe in your dreams. . .and follow your star. . . you’ll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren’t so lazy.
Don’t start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.
The dream knows what they are waiting for, even if they don’t themselves.
The end of everything.
The moment when it reveals its miracle boy and all the eyes will look and their seeing will be horror and glory and wonder and it will pierce the skin of the world, collapse dimensions, and open the doors and the work will breathe and dance in his shoes and the dream will be able to escape.
And there you stand-
Far away from the distant reality,
Far away in my breathing dream,
Far away in the traces of my livid eyes,
Far away in my hostile fantasy.