I see you there,
The floating bastion,
Austere in raging, fragile might,
Ever passing like the countless vessels of deepest sleep,
So drift alone - elusive on the non-Euclidian waves,
Dance alone - trancelike by the shores of burning ice,
Dread alone - steadfast under the weight of sharp realities that eat...
Dream vessel of impending past,
Be drenched in purple blues and clearest cyan,
Translucent like the crystal's shards,
Begone now,
And recede into the lifting dream.

Dream vessel,
Washed as white as snow,
I see you again,
Drifting pale in the sideways starlight,
Yearning out an incomplete symphony,
And so left half gone...
Strapped in part to wandering impossibilities,
And chained to the tides of deepest unconscious order,
You stand alone, still, veiled in obscuring violets,
Felling trees like great hammers that strike the chords of resounding sleep,
And the walls of truest reality stand firm,
Begone now,
Your time is ever yesterday.

Month's end,
The temporal path seems to fall away ahead,
I see a days journey winding to the faded drop,
Beyond it a fathomless expanse,
It pulses with ancient vacancy,
The time flows on afloat the horizon,
I see the Month beginning anew,
A solitary island beyond the shore of deepest time,
It will be crossed in a blink when I dive off Month's end.

Stumbling in the reeds of time,
And the Month rolls out into vibrant meadows,
My forearms lie buried in the swaying grass,
Their seconds beckoning me to sleep,
And I lay down at the day's peak,
A meek hill under the starry expanse,
Month's end sinks deeply into the receding archives,
And the vacancy between rolls up around the minutes hand,
Stored to be laid out again farther afield.

Behemoth of the timeless dream,
Why do I see see you clear on shores of cyclic Months?
What haunted you to shatter dearest dreams?
You encroach on concrete time, amiss,
Bearing hues before the blandest reeds,
Their seconds swaying ever same,
Uniform beneath your fragile might,
What horror draws you to the realised,
That devours very possibilities you stand to hold at once,
No...
You wish to shatter time.

Sharpened gaze,
On Month's meadow anew,
Seconds seem to snap into view,
Slowing down before my haze struck mind,

You fiendish beast,
How dare you trample ordered minds,
And crash on ancient shores unsaid,
Why, come follow me on winding hills,

You cannot grasp these heels of mine,
My 'prints not simply yours to tread,
You wish to bend my ordered lines,
But dreams of other kinds burn deep within.

Seconds waving by my shins I stand,
Surrounded by some clockwork legions,
Ordered beauty emergent in the uniform reeds,
And the passing time seems ever more masterfully constructed and composed,
If only chaos did not overun my shadows...
Shattered dreamer,
We do not dance in common fields,
You stand unsettled bursting through the seams of time,
You strike at chords too ancient for a tale,
The likes of which my dearest dreams hold not a candle,
Be humble,
Behemoth of the timeless sea,
Be still,
Your finitudes lie veiled beneath your gaze,
Begone,
You know not that which you lust to shatter.

Look on ticking fields askew,
I open eyes again renewed,
I plunge my hand into the brush,
Their seconds softer,
Meeker than some firmer days,

Trace deeper,
I stroke the gapping cracks abundant,
Fissures spanning my perception,
Fractals scattered between my touch,

Their finer fractures seem to dig in,
Overturning soil in tiny mounds,
The hours laid out flat,
Almost bent to breaking point yet holding humble,

What melody do you bring to me?
Of scraping nails and howling fiends?
Of shattered dreams that scar the heart?
You'll break your beams on gorgeous fields,

Dream bastion of the wearied world,
I scarce desire to call you so,
Sole dust resides in floating walls,
And none will lean on fragile might,

Your rage will break you,
This I know,
I'd say recede to lifting dream,
But shattered too shall you soon be.

O marching time,
Ever advancing to the quartz command,
And out you roll in legions of meadows,
There's beauty in your fractured smile,
Great virtue to your steadfast soil,
And order to your reed-whispered seconds,

I saw a glimpse in temporal plains,
Behind you lies a greater mind,
And we too reside in drempt up fields.

Shattered dreamer,
I behold you, my pride conceived,
A dream of something unchained: unruly,
A striving after fragile might,
And I see you broken on far truer shores,
No spectacle here in drempt up fields.

I'm humbled now,
Assured by this here gracious dream,
Recede now, shattered vessel.