BY NEON-NIGHTED GLARE
cloaked in never-darkness
mirroir
reflecting Dreams
we forget to remember
the door to life
still open
& death
equally ajar
memoir
the frozen sky
shattered
by a cold new light
ever-changing Dreams
cross the mirroir
at the last dimension
where death
is alive
& Dreams
are free
to touch
to change
to rearrange
to fly
to me
not to seem
but to be
to really be