In a poem form

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..