A Reason ­to ­Daydream  

On top of a hill, a breath scent of reality captured

Am I in a dimension here where I sit and they’re where I could be

The wind whispers sounds from the Southwest as if to say whom they are­

Who am I? ­

I am an atom spinning at indefinite speed beyond numbers

Off my surface flies liquid fragments of my hallucination and illusion

In every direction it impacts other objects with force Unimaginable

Flavor colored wishes and unreliable sources linger a warm

Cup of air and a dish full of light on the edge of a table

With no legs made of glass

The cup slips off and falls to the ceiling and cracks the marble

Along with the shattered pieces I clean a thought

What if I could grab the skinny stick on the clock and change its belief

Push back time just enough to see it fall…

I would have caught it

I can only accept this loss as my gain

I’ve never had a broken cup and cracked dish until now

The wind blows one last time to remind me it’s going to come my way again

It thanks me for the answer too

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