I dreamt that someone, perhaps you
presented me in a poem form
it happened in mid night
so I could not change the outcome
be it flawed or beautiful.
I believe it captured my mellow side
instead of the wild and crazy one
the one where I write a poem
about how desperation for breathing
is a pastime for real.
Now I’m hoping someone, perhaps you
is listening as I scream into
the mind-speaker clear enough
that even I hear.
I add beauty for the sake of beauty..