I send out glowing filaments, thread them through dreams, through wide waters, tiny neon wires that curl and twist and pulse with a single focus. Is it hope or determination that births these fragile wandering lines? I've lost the wit to tell anymore and yet I am helpless to stop them from wending their frantic ways toward you. All my life leans into this unformed future and all my belief sees it true. All that was falls away in shreds like old snake skin, I lose and lose the trappings of this life until there is nothing left and only that nebulous possibility is real. All I thought I loved is swept aside; change like flame and flood bends me