don’t wake’re not dreaming.

a convergence of mood swings
covering shifting continents of uncertainties
if you can be in love
can you also be in fear?
in hate
in any other feeling?
in wonder, i wonder if wonder’s a feeling
or if you’re wonderful
for feeling it
a disappearing act
a magnet attracting not quite perfectly
drips from wet lips
and truthfully
savage winds storm
half-opened eyes
and the smell of coffee
and the white sheets of books without form
with no words and no titles
yet to be born.