Dreams

Words on top of words on top of words on top of words. Writing that which exists underneath. I will find you. In these times, I wish for your completeness. Writing back ideas, unearthing the undiscoverable depths that have laid hidden, we’ll sing. And then, still, more. Once before light, we became ourselves. An irrevocable existence, threaded. Someplace else will beckon. And we’ll arrive.

Dreams as they proceed

to

leap forth.