#1507 - we, the imagineers

 

1507

5.46

15.ii.24

we, the imagineers

for the dream journal, aubades

 

prisoners

 

see into the melody

out of the clouds

 

thin slurry of light

 

and under, the veil of holies

 

I call it a life away

 

you were there with me

and you are

 

what we’d give to wave arms about

 

I show my new passport

here’s another door

 

tell a thing gone

climb a tree up to stars

up to speed

up to you

 

wake from so far

so many, so much

 

first light throws a question

over all