Dream Writing

Your senses begin on a farm. You are friends with the Armstrongs, Louis and Neil. The more they talk, the more your hair grows. You feel sluggish and confused. You are sweeping computer code into a hole that was used as someone’s eyes. There is an assumption that has been spirited away. You wipe down the water with your hands the same way. There is a stack of parts for night sleep. There is the wind equipment. There is an almost silence that can never be allowed. All the things before beginning are requested. There is a means that solves away. You spark your grounded. There is a waver you hold until you find the spot. Your stares hold you in the search. The flies shift and you understand the before.