It was a good time
to sit down
- ponder -
sink into naked thought,
settle into ink.
Pupils that bleed
puddles of mystery
onto a sidewalk
for all to traverse
what we've seen.
It was these dreams,
liquefied and co-mingled
- the synchronization of sighs -
between you, me, all
that redefined sensation.
The unabashed insistence
of unborn creations
intent on each others' existence..