Of a reminder to begin knowing
that well beyond the moment
that I began to fade.

Of hyacinths and perfectly manicured lawns
Long winding trails into lush mountains

Into a hollowness, as empty as dawn
The reason this becoming
has no other importance
other than the urgency
of which it is now

Had there been a looking glass
I would see in a haze, with clear focus
then immediately darkening
a vast intersection of starlight

A mirror of my own reflection, shaped like a needlepoint
then hastily. There, either a thought-idea-daydream
weeping. running to stand effortlessly still.
seeing no more than what there is exactly to see.

The actual dream folded and unfolded. Upside down and inverted
Seeing no more then yet again:
There and gone.
No more than hyacinths, lizards, driveways and stars.

I am in that moment.
And yes, I am well.