And this fever

And sleepiness that overrides my ability

A tired form of carrying the day



It seems a day is all it takes

To forget that our watches run backwards

And our cells begin to dissipate

Losing what color they once retained

Possession framing intention and the



Ultimate deciphering



In hidden messages

What dreams do you have for me?

In hidden messages

What dreams do you have for me?



What dreams do you have for me now?