As Within

it is okay to go slow, lisa

though you feel you’ll be devoured wholly by

the warped chaos of this synthetic dream

you’ve found yourself wake to

this dream…

created by man, of man, for man

with its fuming reactions and harried bodies

making fast things faster

more, and more, and more

now, right now

goddamnit, yesterday, woman

…is not where you belong

no, this world was not created for a soul like you, lisa

for the soft wild, beating at your heart

for your full breaths and idling walks

your howling and fitful tempests

and need for space between spaces

your slow and quick

in all the wrong places

no, this world was not created for a soul like you

and you need not give way

to the notion that you must know the answer

right here, right now

right right

without miscalculation

because the dream you’ve found yourself wake to

the dream tearing through the periphery

winding its way in

is. not. real.

but it may just be that you, dear lisa

with your unruly and tempered budding

were created explicitly for a world like this

to agitate beyond the sheathings

of your skin alone

and you reading this

i do hope you know

that this world was not created for a soul like you either

and i hope you create, forge, carve

and fuck it all up until

the dream in which you find yourself

is the dream in which every part of your being breathes

and that i might one day weave

my sacred dream within yours

to see what strange magic

is formed within its fibers

an enchantment for which

this world was not created

an incantation for which

this world will not withstand