Monday, November 22, 2021

matter

what matters 

nothing is real real 

everything a dream dream 

dreams are real 

birds & branches 

wind & water 

this sun 

this age 

a dream that dreams of a bike, a movie theatre, my dad & you 

sometimes it rages 

sometimes it floats 

this sun 

this age 

this moon 

tuck the dream into the branch and await the bird 

-fucking music- 

moments tinged with golden difference 

we were real we were a dream 

sometimes raging 

sometimes floating 

a bike, a movie theatre, my dad & you 

unpack the dream
sort by color 
     the moments
     the age
     the evolution of self 

goddamit 

the sky changes
the dreams come 
the music plays 
not better without you 
just different
 - somehow - 

i am becoming the sun 
the wind 
the water 
the branch 
the bird 
the sky 



write it across the pink morning sky enough times and the story sounds like mine 




 




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