Layers, folds and murk. Sometimes it is easier to wade through in dreams.
Beloveds, I wish for you a blanket of stars to tuck you into the darkest night.
You wouldn’t sign your name
yet you cannot turn away
To be in the middle and on the edges, in the water and on land and in space but out of space all at once, when time does not exist as an impediment or blockage but as a blessing.