Do dreams call us to actionor are they mere fantasies to entertain?You choose.
Our dreams packaged in capsules,fantasy, nightmares, or even happy ones…
Started with glassesThen a hearing aidTestosterone boostNow a pacemaker
Every year,at the equinox,all the minor Godscongregatefor the annual ball
no sorcery, no blessing,no love, no reason,nothing stops itsunending screambegging release,promising sweet destruction — poisoned…
on perspective
If our world was undersea, screen time would be replaced with wondrous poetry…
Think, I am in a dreamRiding with squinting eyes, westward