Dancing with dreams. I skirt the outer circles. Coyotes spit tounges of flame and speak in dialects only remembered by the wind. Leaves of blue and white and silver blow around me. their glass sides reflecting in the light of the coyotes' fierce speaches.
Never losing anything. We are the unbegun center. The point. The beginning. The line is a billion years of evolution. The square another million more. The cube only takes 1000 years. The cube is added another dimension in one year, and then everything begins, evolving backward, filling in the introduction to a past that never occured. Waking nightmare these evolving dimensions.
You are my moon. You pull the tides of my heart, a pleased smile and my shores are sated in water, a disapproving glare and my beaches wither with thirst.
Hunger is eternal.
Never losing anything. We are the unbegun center. The point. The beginning. The line is a billion years of evolution. The square another million more. The cube only takes 1000 years. The cube is added another dimension in one year, and then everything begins, evolving backward, filling in the introduction to a past that never occured. Waking nightmare these evolving dimensions.
You are my moon. You pull the tides of my heart, a pleased smile and my shores are sated in water, a disapproving glare and my beaches wither with thirst.
Hunger is eternal.