Day 585: dreams

i have dreams
things that put me into darkness
into the cold
make me shiver
like every bone in my body is fractured
playing itself
a harpsichord
for an audience of space that doesn't know how to fill itself with anything but breaths sometimes the stale
sometimes it taste like morning
sometimes it cracks at the hairline
sometimes its alone
or crowded
but its always dark
always slow
cold

always just a dream
always a little more than you expect