So maybe the dream does not terminate, just sliding in my hand, reminding me that I do soon need to wake. You took the flight, completely unaware. Followed your will… into your own adytum. Post sky & sand, with tears of sheer bliss falling down your cheek, embracing you like that cloud that swallows the moon. A bonfire burns on top of all seven sapid blues – this is your thrill – that explosion of everything in one particular moment on a pier with a perfect half moon rising and nothing but your own little private cognitive wonderland – cascading down like a waterfall in slow motion, stencilled in the cat fire dance. The codices have been cracked – this is paradise – ‘another rough day…’. When you find that one particular moment – you freeze it in time – and you can access it from anywhere, until your eyes close for one final rest… when it releases into the ether for another to carry on through the ages to test. 2:12AM and not a soul in the house… this must be the end, beautiful friend. There is no limit to my love – for all of you. Faces without names – piercing breezes of your… night ending at 3:30 in gurgling aquamarine gushes under shooting stars. Time to fly away, time to flip it all upside down again. Time destroys everything. There remains only the memory of my security, reflected in that disco ball. Spin the globe… where will you land? This is your final boarding call. The movie will begin now – please enjoy the show. That one particular moment stays here with me, and it is for no one else to know…