What we designate as “the waking state”
is not unlike the strange screenplays
mind makes up while we dream.
The creator has no master plan —
that job falls to me and you.
Just so, dreamers are naturally dear
when they’re dreaming.
They make innocent facial expressions
which hardly anyone notices, since
everyone else is occupied too.
Some seem to be practicing for infinity,
others look as if they’re already there.
Since we meet now and again in our dreams,
we have grown comfortable enough
to look closer, but when I do
your form dissolves and what I thought
was you is me, while whom I really am is you.
If I tried to say more, listeners might hear
their own thoughts blossom into odd flowers.
It could happen.
Imagine if there was no skin,
no bone, no muscle, blood or water.
No image, no thought, no limit.
Light would run towards itself in slow motion,
just like that old TV commercial on a beach.
When it’s finally about to embrace itself,
the director will call for another take.