Recurring Dream

In this fever

And sleeping as it overrides my ability

A diaform of carrying the day

It seems a day is all it takes to forget

That our watches run backwards

And our cells begin to disappear

Loosing what colour they once retained

Possession framing intentionary

In hidden messages

What dreams do you have for me?

In hidden messages

What dreams do you have for me?

What dreams do you have for me now?