conditions of a dissolving past: on dreams

conditions of a dissolving past: on dreams

highrise, hope, place of dreams and infinite livelihoods

i watch you crumble. crash. commit yourself to chaos.

calling together, we speak—a whisper at first and soon deep, guttural screams.

cast off these constraints!

i crave fresh, unfettered, movement. throw at me the fragments of my youth and watch my tears fall as i remember

what it was like to be young.

now i am ever rising and forever resisting

this great crashing.

and every broken dream shimmers to mosaics

each waiting to be picked up and re-made—always into something New.