are dreams subconscious reflections
of a true self we hide within?
of the inside of the outside
slashing through the miens of bystanders
violently, and revealing their beating
capillaries that twist and tighten
and try to distract from the fragility
the exposition
so that we will fill our minds with notions that these
truth hoods are falsities
and fabricated under the soft
stretch of our eyelids
they will be smooth to the touch
and open with ready
with knowledge belief

i wish you were as in my dreams