............My sister Elreza
And I...........
Sometimes I forget the only thing
that works for my sister and me is
irrationality; looking at our dreams
with a logical eye I take fright
Yet dreams brought us from angst
to life, got us over the fears that
beset us when we were small and
let us return to our inner visions
Illusions we see when trying to
make something beautiful but which
look naïve and childish, cannot be
measured with stark objectivity
Our descriptions confer beauty to
objects we make which are awkward
and skew – yet we dream trusting on
inner eye to create reality
Of an astral dimension where creation
is done by mental power only without
need for physical labour, something
we’re not good at…
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