the dreamscape, the horrorscape, i wanted to live a life of words that transformed into pictures and we would all dance or lay back and listen to a certain kind of music that would set us at ease and my love i could see the world join us in some late night camp fire by the beach and our children would play without sandals and you would be in my arms while we watched the waves envelope the shore and kiss it goodbye over and over between crackles of a fire that would burn with each utterance with every breath i took to speak another and friends would hug enemies and starving old women would nourish themselves on each syllable and at this world’s end something would come to me before the dawn came that this was all everlasting.