i was wide awake
but couldn’t move a muscle . . .
just another dream
our places
nothing was discussed
and our places had been saved . . .
screechers of habit
dreamtime
a nightmare dreamtime
brims with lucid lightlessness . . .
beautiful screamers
go fish
I’ve lost everything . . .
need me a new house of cards
got any sevens?
make their way
raindrop symphonic
attendant storms at midnight . . .
freight trains make their way
too long too soon
memories plague me
days far too long remembered . . .
too soon forgotten
autumn solitude
colors gathered trance . . .
above, a sun-white gray wash
autumn solitude
