The dream of universe Is filled with shoals of stars That caress With fingers of gravity Light years long. In qualities more compact, Strands of thought pull softly Through the dream. Chromas of love and hate And curiosity Become textured rainbows, Colored smokes, twirling tornados, Dancing miasmas, rolling fogs That change and spin and change again And coalesce to flicker Into you and me, Momentarily, And then roll on, roll on In waves of multitudes Streaming out in threads of strangeness So bizarre As to crack to dust The memory of us That no longer resonates Through the corridors of reality.