I am the fruitful dream; seamless and bare.
The fold generator, the cause and effector,
The relationship maker, butcher and baker,
I am ink and light, a zap between the brain,
The space between the letter,
The glue between the words,
You complete me. I’m dead when you pause,
In this crevice, this nook,
First in me and now in you.
This is our palace, our cove, our space.
All the keys I have are yours to keep,
My inner thoughts are yours to pick,
Inside the forever cascading dream.
Liam Key 2015