I used to dream of an invention
that would let me sleep deeply
but consciously, so that time
would pass less quickly

It would let me dream of anything
but I’d still dream of nothing, just
so I could lay there in it. I have
always had a strong affinity for nothing

Out of nothing anything can happen
Something usually leads to something
There is always the gray color
of what we know, we think, the gray color 

of night and day exchanging prominence
Black and white cue cards, heavily 
rotated, each with the next thought’s 
location, the next fertile coordinate

each like asking for more love. In the 
garden there is a man, a different looking 
man, a tree. I say don’t touch that stuff yet!
I’m not sure what it’s all for