Jan 12
2 min read
Surreal Synthesis
The dream began awake, three decades later on a mud-dug road near Abiquiu
Because each wrong answer kills us fast
I am shifting to be a flowing end of sentence
Crafting sentience beyond my years to answer right —
Which will kindly kill us slow, the way
Nature scripts it when death splits after decades missing
The point of who we started out to be together.
