This is good- we are in each other's dream:
quilling ribbons, pastel slivers 
like as moonlight, as a feather
strong as bronze or marble together.
It is good, a double helix in smoke.

    History sets a shipwreck on the reef
it's lesson torn away by howling winds.

    So early in the day without fail
hear the tortured creaking
rise to the present crisis.
This caricature depicting giant ribs,
cawing bird where heart once lodged.

    So sharpen our wits to the end
fevers surfacing like foam
are not the lamenting seas
baby waves that wash our feet
the same that drowned Atlantis.

    So, when again the song is felt as sung
swimming out to the wreck is easy.
Leave the greater poet to make good;
and the crisis that will always be, there.

    Rorschach calligraphy leaves one line clean-
 here's to meeting, uninjured, in the dream.