Free dreams and liquid seams The art of posing infinite means. Two more than one for The final descent towards the floor. Weaved, golden skies above your head The soft underbelly of your bed. Faded thoughts with coloured dots Endless sounds and forget-me-nots. Viewed as such, electric touch Flaming circles become too much. Vertical travel, melted time Enternal myth of spontaneous rhyme. Heavy light and filtered sight Inner struggles for definitive right. A formal end to vision's bend Speaks the language of unconscious mend... ...You awake the next morning sweating. November 24th, '03.