The Dream

As the light goes off
concision folds in, unfolds the dream
breath gets to irreducible minimum
myriad real instances combines to form a collage
picturing an art of naked intensions

why i write here?

it isnt simple , hasnt been difficult too,
isnt abstract, isnt glib,
isnt pragmatic, it isnt the dream too
isnt for myself or either you

it's for all imagination that surface
in glancing string of words

Nostalgia