Enfolded In Brother's Arms - Morpheus, God of Dreams
Fallen into cosmic depth, unwound by Time's firm tug to where the mind speaks for the mouth at the seed of inspiration. Each reflection of Today, split and split again, to where art needs no true form: only surges of the psyche, and I must learn to swim. The logic drops away to prismatic melodies, while the puzzle of memory is pieced one fable at a time. Stories newly shaped reawaken enfolded in Brother's arms, this laboratory of fate, where I bubble and dissolve, and I am remade Tomorrow. Copyright 2017, Surina Slack
