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.