the full brunt of dreaming plunges us into the unconscious
fire and whispers guide us into the world soul
deep driven into the core of wondering we hold on
the fortresses of will forget us, and we mix the inky destiny
who lifts their wisdom away, opening to starlight?
who desires so simply that the world is his?
undefined like the primordial chaos, i am this poem
nowhere that i have decided i am not, breathing nightfall
finding what was lost by forgetting i am, i am
coming to the beginning like everything is ending
the dreaming dips us in, satisfied to forever seek
we come upon ourselves in the sleep, thinking only of dawn
like into the depths of light, like doom to all darkness
do we understand only things we fear to lose?
do we dream only so that light can take form?
i climb forever up the rains of heaven, written somewhere
a fleeting thought, a song, a misremembered parable
i flow into the form of this quickening prophecy
remembering who we are, the world becoming nigh
careful not to break the metaphor of forever
