breathing surreal

i reach for it in the intra-cosmic arena of sleep, alone to travel as
the mind’s eye turns inward. sweet sleep is release from the white of
hesitation’s sigh. comes then the gift of life’s unsullied mystery
to stir my soul, i hope i hope. only then can there be placement
of the remarkably unelectable standing afar, high and above sour,
banal words marked by dark scripts stalking vacant hopes. i shiver in
the empty dreams i keep i keep. repetitiously, piteously the past i
yearn to reap to reap. to design this reality is the dream of the me,
but of the you as well so well. we search for some new piece,
which clings to the shadows unknown, unborn. a melody silent,
amorphous. a living soul, dark and charred, breathing surreal.
the day is an extraterrestrial space. void is the day of light. cold
and cruel is the night of dark. stalking vacant hopes, i shiver in
the empty dreams i keep i keep. repetitiously, piteously the past i
yearn to reap to reap. to design this reality is the dream of the me,
but of the you as well so well. we search for some new piece,
which clings to the shadows unknown, unborn. a melody silent,
amorphous. a living soul, dark and charred, breathing surreal.
the night is a midnight place. stalking vacant hopes, i shiver in
the empty dreams i keep i keep. repetitiously, piteously I weep I weep