We are fearsome creatures,
vainglorious unforgettable we
constantly recreate the void
the blackness that marks us
we breathe our fear, live inside
the margin, the sliver of life
and death that defines us
we cannot die we daren’t cry

we are dreams

we ride on lightning, are
made of thunder and twisting
vortices…horrible and
magnificent we ride into the
deepest recesses, the shallows
of oceans, we dance the cruelty
of life into utter vibration and
serious devotion

we are dreams

we slide into oblivion like
dining on fine meats, we go
where we are wanted, unwanted
and cursed, we have it all and
have nothing whilst breathing
believing and being our best
and worst fears

we are dreams
dreams of everything
we’re not