Last
night I dreamt that you and I were swept away on a silent, deaf tide.
You, stricken, lit by the moon. I, in darkness, unheard as I tried to
navigate against your rising panic; your anxiety swelling to its full.
And
so we sank deep into your ink, coursing to I know not where. The
pendulum of a mind asleep; an unending narrative; suspended in eternity,
and racing forever into the unknown.
