Fantasies unwind
Through the tissues of
My mind.
Broadcasting from somewhere,
I find stories.
I make them exist there,
On my page.
All I can hope
Is they ripen with age.
No expectations
Only happy salutations
To my new ideas.

Fantasies unwind
Through the tissues of
My mind.
Broadcasting from somewhere,
I find stories.
I make them exist there,
On my page.
All I can hope
Is they ripen with age.
No expectations
Only happy salutations
To my new ideas.