"When I breathe, I feel the continents perched upon my crest shifting and crumbling."

these eyes are opening dreams.I saw with one eye what I did not with the other. (I wish I was blind) When I sleep, it is day: You waking it is impossible that we may be both in my head; for you are surely out of it; walking, brushing the air with eyelashes.     III Where do you hide? but that was a dream and i am still, sleeping, waiting for it to end skip rope. snip smoke. rip hope. *where words are only metaphors, where metaphors alone are pure