The Inevitable (29/30)




You occupy

crevices of 

thought residing

next to imagination 

and the inevitable.


You own sunsets

and live in 3am;

the dream is to 

swim inside your mind 

and surf on its thinking,

watching synapses become 

the texture of ancestral 

sand as fingers birth 

hallelujah from 

massaging neurons so 

radiant they restore youth.


Amazing how the

mind draws up fascination

with sentences strung

together with shards of

starlight and the future;


I climb inside your words and make myself home.





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