Fall into whispered memory,
the best of scenes in dreams, in ether.
No time left for hope.
It’s do or die unsung.
One scene at a time.
click, click, click, click
Moving, breathing, in the rhythm,
Never glancing past the engine
that entrains, chugging
brain engaged by current of song,
on cue, on time, in serial rhyme.
This surreal fantasy
Always on the threshold.
Never really anywhere.
On the road from here to there.
In motion, like a trance, without a goal.
Expecting what? A fortune to be
told? A jaunty rainbow?
The miracle of love?