just some nebula

can we forget about measurements,
be seahorses as they say good morning,
morphing beasts playing with a universe
or maybe just driving through Montana

let’s follow the sun through the city
and along the edge of the valley
until we reach the edge of fiction
where all the truths blur into One

I love you, I whisper over and over
and a face pools out of clouds
and a storm fills the body
as we dance across a prairie