Outside the window
destiny walks the streets
as I lay here.
A dreamer of first degree
Where are you now, Keats?
Didn't you dream the same dream?
Profoundly so.
A lifetime ago I asked.
A century ago you did too;
Aren't we clocks and clouds?

Yea. Plato's answer fits best.
A clokless world is a cloudless one.
Order and aloof. Good and evil
Brothers.
One gets the other's bread.
Conjoined dualities starring at each other.


These dreams or nightmares (ask me when I'm old)
are excites by the two hands
until they're worned.
Destiny keeps walking the streets
finding some way to go
either she finds a White street light
or ima have to go naked out to rescues her from the cold.