open
asleep
yet drifting awake
inside that other world
thinner than th’ inlying soul
of time
tracking the footsteps
of a Meaning
after surfacing
will pen and paper
at the ready
Remember?
their fruits
never reaching
full richness
that eyes alone
might savor a sight
without rendering
any meaning
a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter
but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie
loujen haxm'Yor 