Its afternoon outside while you stay in the cool chambers inside, basking in sleepy reveries
Before Dusk, when the dying embers of the sun still embrace the horizon and the young night waits in the wings
Before Dawn, when the earth is still ensconced in its memories of midnight
Fragmented, I pick up pieces of myself to make an arc, to make the world
Let there be spaces in your Togetherness
Cold fire burning and the wheels keep on turning
When the undulations of our reveries are tinted in color and the sun peeps into our dreams at midnight..