i dream them
that's all. i don't write. i dream of being a dancer arrayed in her finery.
i dream of being this dancer aching with doubt, oh how they just want to write science fiction !
a marvelous operetta follows, decked out and super charged, all the while reclining on her couch of pillows.

i dream of the cities i'm building as an ace architect, made whole and functional by my cunning designs.
i dream of rock stardom, martyrdom and the parting of limousines for me
i dream of craft and vehicles, sod and spray
theres a hobbit house in the perfect valley, there's a kitchen and a bath
studio and room and guests of course and board the likes we've only dreamt of.