I see (you) br the same br fine-young ghost br every night br and between us br there is no love br or hate or even br order br br no real voice br other than one br universal calling br for something, br like a shot in br the dark, br br we never really br say anything br but rather fall br just to get up br like swollen- br bloated suns br br spitting light br at each others br dancing shadows br breaking up br and down br reaching out br for as long as br life lets us br (dream.