Twenty two gears

Take a look into the chasm,
wake,
a spasm,
stretch and it will go,
but we know
there is a void

build a bridge
cross into the kitchen
raid the fridge
make your own way back to
where it started from,
stuff your face
pull back the curtains,
Irish lace
see
a brick wall
no chasm
nothing
there at all
except for
bricks.

How the dreams we play with play their
tricks is sick, sick as in weird, we
climb the ladders anyway until the snake
appears
and then we slide.

But I dream of you
constantly
honestly
I do

and who is this monstrosity to
claim your heart?
the beauty and
impossibility
the beast
unfortunately,
the dream
you think unlikely,
but it is the
truth,

© 2018, John Smallshaw.