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.