Creatures of dream

we as creatures of dream

yet creatures of dream

portrayed in pedestrian poise

custodians of impulse

yet marginalized and restrained

hanging in the gaze

with subdued comportment

chaperons of sensibility

self-applied

as manicured overlays

and deeply revered

alleviators of demand

defusings

into the eventuals

of processional demise

all first person voices

out of third person

collaborative presence

we are chopped off

at our wooden legs

yet we water carry

sacred from within

we are all beacons

buried deeply

in the one mountain

as unrevealed vanities of gold

we as aerodynamic arrays

of feathers into anvils

that brood before they molt

we are all lobbyists

for the uneven spacing

between each letter

as well as between each word

look

we inwardly talk to each other

while when leaving

our oneness behind

we are all a series

of singular-heartbeat sketches

done in sequences

as a falling dominos’ cascade

we could never be

beside ourselves enough

to bother about anything

but exuding as grateful

what is the dividend

that justifies an emptiness

with which the reward of distraction

is regained?

we perceive the bubbles of thought

as luminous

but we long for

the breaths before that confine

for where we falsely event

the forefronts of recognition

but secretly wait for ethers of touch

to come forth as authenticity

we are . . . so much

the delicate

and the dedicated

as the creatures of dream . . .