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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As I look out my window and watch the snow falling, making everything clean and pristine, the thoughts and images created by your lovely poetry are settling upon my mind.