Advanced Dream . . .

Another one of those days when it is difficult to not disappear. Life is great. Friends are great. Weather is great.

And then, things become too great. Uncontainable. Over-flowing. A silent, holy volcano. Instead of bursting, we vanish.

Something else fills the cup in front of you.

You are at a loss for something to ask for, at a loss for even a desire.

No one knows it except for you. No one feels it but you. Your shoes cease to touch the ground. What ground?

The mood . . . Pristine. Above everything else. Nothing to possess.

A dream, yes.

But a dream – with teeth.

Published by Kumi

Liaison to the Infinite.

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