dreams

The time cutter threads the sky through a hole in my soul, the clocks i hear dream about infinity peering into the sky i see reflected constellations begin to fall the clocks drift into sleep waking me up to eternity. It has taken two dreams to seperate me from my shadow, he stands in a valley waiting for the rains to replenish a stream, and to bargain with his shadow for directions back to my dream, i wake up under water my shadow cannot hear my instructions i am merely an echo.