you will wait and I will never come
the only city left is outer space where we lived before we had tongues
too high in Heaven
you’re a slow fever
Past fades to dust.
Do you find that sometimes you can see better in the dark?
I’ve been floating again. Between dimensions, in the moments between sleep, dream, awake. Each time it happens, I can hold on to it longer – to the limbo where I’m nowhere and nothing – untethered to any place, time, encasement.
I watch my shadow split in two, walking in front of me on the sidewalk. I hear the wind. I hear everything.
This is, for real, a great time. Falling down the rabbit hole of novelty makes for fascinating dreams. Wake up and follow them through.