I want to escape
or long for somewhere else
unhealthy obsession
or that I think there is
somewhere else to go
milk honey maidens
fountains and the like
aptly named temporality
puts paid to that nonsense
but that having been said
thoughts unravel into dreams
populated by images
unlikely conversations
it's after that I imagine paradise
no more than leaves rustling
or waving
dancing maybe
I daresay fluttering
in the breeze
