parallaxis

the dreamwords

cut off the cheese, paper gets lost -

these words, clear as sky, wake with me

i copy them to phone to save, to pamper,

i feel them like a peach pip in my mouth

but i don't see the picture, there is no scene

they stay with me on my way to work and

keep me company all day long:

cut off the cheese, paper gets lost

days later i see them written and

i can hardly remember them and do not

quite know what must become of them,

poor words, dreamed once upon a night