Dream-dunes and speckles of dust cascading
Deeper into the metal case, stitched with metal lace – yet ripped, zipped, torn open.
A buggy made of shoelace, a tavern made of yarn enter into me also
Head-case, last letters of tomorrow and all the dreams I used to dream.
Today instilled in dreaming.
Tomorrow lost in meaning, teaming stamps from yester-night’s leavings.
I want to pack the seams down.
Floods of devil’s food and ghetto rhinos.
A crawly snatches me, Be still, I’m am dreaming.