If you look upwards gasping
you can hold the stars, you said,
if you know where you are going.

I stood still until I knew
where I was going

After some tugging
you laid the end warmly over us
gratefully pausing
indefinately
itching a familiar irrationality
stubbornly insisting on dreaming
circling empty shouts
fighting nonexistent obstacles

Thinking hurts
What of it was real?