after 5 seconds, poof

I dreamt I wrote you

To paper

And your lines fell out of me

To paper

To life

And I made exist

And I forced you

To remembrance past conscious thought

And I opened my eyes

And I’m blank

At square

One

And I am out of luck

Until I find one more

One little

One more thought I

Can

Force open

Into sprawled

Winged

Tapestry

I dreamt I wove you

I dreamt I wrote you

I am now

Alone in dreaded silence of

Threaded words

And

Leaden flight

A freefall

I think they

Call it a hankering

In these parts

A hankering for

Weight

So that

Winds

Don’t make

Short work of

My

Memory