washed up in things that
never were
the call was heard
and the answer was given
in a whisper to the cell
the spelling of the dream
on the satin sheets of reality
the wine of life spilled
so chaotically throughout
the dance of dichotomy
the understandings of the few
worked behind the scenes
weaved the threads within
the dreams
and forced a dance to travel
thru to reach the world
in brilliant hue
down into the raging waters
of chaos
a story written consciously
and a map created
thru ecstasy
a new synthesis of reality
a fabric moulded too close
to the flame
a sequence too raw
to individuate
master awake on the window will
watching and waiting still
making and taking Will
into places that dream
into places that dream
knowinglyflowingfromthestream.