I fall into dreams.
I have sold my soul to images
willingly, with an unquenchable thirst.
I have tasted dreams, savored their flavor
and there is no separation,
nothing that can ever compare
pretending that there ever was
I am only me, nothing, everything.
Everything, my dreams.
Because of them I am drawn, quartered –
Everything, my dreams, dripping in my soul.
There is no sweeter pain.