"synapse" [1995.0224.1005]

another mesmerizing nightmare,
where nothing carries weight-
        not even the words we use.
the stark and the subtle are carried
off like feathers on the winds of dream.

the absolute has been destroyed again,
its bones are shredded like gossamer.

the teardrop dragons consume little boy fear,
his screams flicker soundlessly forever.

love, hate- the sisters,
lay broken beneath the foundation of reason.

we tear apart the real.
we cast it aside like a doll.
we shatter the vial of time
    and release it to the oceans of consequence.
    ..and on the islets of eternal,
    with our last scything thoughts, we harvest
    a ghost of a scream.