Follow The Flow (A Semi-Conscious Dream)

Torn but not bloodied from my lips, these words. Not a vicious doing, merely with blinding deliberation. Lead me astray, will you? No, just watch and wait.

Slowly. Slowly… Let the letters slip, drip — melting, melting — meet the pavement without a sound, that car careening off a bridge and just before it hits the water —

And just like that my kaleidoscopic dream comes to a close. Images, images; so many — not enough words to describe them with! Hunger. A shark in my belly to feed nothing. Empty with desire that craves not to be met. Listen carefully, and you may hear the whistle of a hurricane coming off the ocean, my heartbeat matching its pace in a race to end something dry. And to cool the world with that which I may have deceived myself as wet. Oh… To sleep in eternal pain without gain, only those like me. Those full of cut-loose and cut-flower sounds begging to emerge from the depths of endless song-filled curiosity and wind.

So I will close my eyes again and dream of the life that is no longer a dream.