dreamscape real

And while we're operating

we're operating
in fictional terms

And this is very real.

come and share our dreamscape real
your dreamscape is not mine

things gone away
to pixel point disappearance.

life is this ongoing forever

neurosis/sclerosis permits.

waves lapping bird wings song

nothing matters

stood on the shore
waves silently lapping all around

birds

speed boat takes rumble noise across my scene

always going somewhere with engines

lets just drift a bit shall we?

can't we?

won't we?

waves lapping
bird wings
song

words, me

my brain does not have those spaces for words anymore.

my brain does not have
so many receptors
to words
anymore.

I'm not sure if it's
the person speaking
or me
but the words

fly over and
try to stick
to my brain- but
the moulds are smoothing over

the moulds are smoothing over

the words they
just can't
stay,

fall down

little jumping on the floor

in piles
they pile

squirm

and fade away