my fingers are tapping to an unknown rhythm
a sightless pattern just below consciousness
feeding somewhere in the background of my eyes
it swirls, dives, escalates, tumbles
and words – my God, words! appear

mysteries profuse my skin
invisible knives punctuating reality
letting the dreams out
all the while
tap tap tap
and more: you, unquietly reaching
impossibly leeching, receiving 
growing dreams of my dreams
with another blind seeming
a different kind of feeding

we, the complex together
cradle each other now
discovering pathways to ourselves
shouting keys and rending walls
loosing what we have found




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