In the dimension of a dream she floats through walls and empty places where hungry voids like mouths swallow, chew and spit her fragments to the solar winds
forked tongues speak to her in flavors and whispered halos with breath as soft as pussy willows
she dwells in black holes of non-existence on the edge of the event horizon slow-dancing with death and pressing his body close to fill her hungry void silent syllables of laughter ripple from her rose-petaled lips like ether and watery kisses like sewers and the plague
and gathering like a heartbeat growing fainter scattering her fragments like fuzzy motes that hover in a beam of light and she weeps at the fragile beauty that warps the darkness and captures her once again in the web of life
she falls heavily down into a corporeal mass of blood, and bone, and flesh this chrysalis she hardly recognizes anymore and here she waits until she is once again transformed and is free to fly where no-one has dared to go before on the edge of a dream