dreaming

Dreaming in solitude

Tender Narcissisms

These silent songs are running once more through my body
As blood in the night
As i listen to you breathe

The stars reel and vague stillnesses of memory rest my simulcrum -

All that remains of event are dreams dreams dreams

Consider reality
So small and light
Intricate in its relationship with matter
Structured such that all which is not 'now' truly becomes dream.

Goethe thought so.

It is this thought has become my solace

It is almost so
Our frail fears of impermanence have created delusions
Solidity haunts us with a complicity
We attach to events in this world

This world drifting in dream

Madly in convection
Around event stretched between its singularities

Stirrings of the universe

Intricate slumbers these -

Thinking of the self as an eddy