Inside the dream we see,
Hidden plasma
Popping purple neon
and dramatic recourse.
Inside the dream we see,
White truth
Painted clouds
and a moon made of cool sand.
Inside the dream we see,
graciousness.
Gregory Gathman, USA
Inside the dream we see,
Hidden plasma
Popping purple neon
and dramatic recourse.
Inside the dream we see,
White truth
Painted clouds
and a moon made of cool sand.
Inside the dream we see,
graciousness.
Gregory Gathman, USA
We went to the Ancient Planet
to survive on kernels of certainty—
only to beam into the Inward Satellite
that rings like a swell
bell.
Gregory Gathman, USA
Glued down roads woven with past future recipes
made with Love and electric bondage.
The soldering is a bit shaky,
but we get the picture.
The picture poses questions of—
tribes
and an orangish-red metal liquid that clicks upon thought, action
and directive.
Gregory Gathman, USA