down-dreaming
here i
am
in the shadows
of daylight
as i crowd the
corner of noontime naps
slumbering over hills
made of pillows and quilts and
a dream
(that i forgot)
here i am
but not here
because
i am
not
(real?)
and the
questions of yesteryear are the
answers of today
and
tomorrow is when we'll use them
(or
so we claim)
here i am
one
jumbleofthoughtanddreaming
the dreaming is sweet
but there is no order to be had
so perhaps i am not
here, either
do
you dream like i dream
do you strive like i
strive
do
you know like i know
that all the little pieces
and all the
little seams and stitches
will come together if you
wake up
before you finish
falling?
the pauper gapes inelegantly
the rich man lets his eyes glitter
the wise man thinks that he does not know
that all the
little paper monies
and all the copper fees of no direction
will go away if
you
pay
up
before you lose your credit
here i am
but you'll not find me
when you're looking at
the world
up
side
down