PIPE DREAMS

By Nolan Moon

Outside noises,
Drowning in silence. Memories falling,
Gating no fence. Omitting the colors,
Hazy yet clear. Moving away,
Farther yet near. Enter your world,
Of private desire.

Where all things are done, mixing ice and fire.

Within your perimeter, none may violate.

Never knowing the outcome, or the final fate.

These self-made cinemas,
With admission for one. They are how you take them,
With fear or with fun. Their purpose unknown,
And quantities endless. Their meanings fixed,
Never holy yet sinless. Trips within,
A life you choose. Always a winner,
None to lose. A timeless,
Laced seam.

This strange thing, your dreams.