[Spin, the World]

Daydreaming is not a lonely laze.

No.

To sit still and listen, to follow a dream is to be fed by that dream.

Here I am so many dreams stacked up, but only one. That current called myself.

Still that roaring tide where the want of you matches the dreams envy of the possible touch of you.

How insistent the dreamspace of you is! Even the whirl of each fan reminds, "Still it's her... Still, it's her...."

I continue words to you, and the fans continue, "He's doing his job, he's doing his job, he's doing his job."

As if you are preordained by The Holy Ghost Himself and I charged with this epic fantastical fantasy to reach you.

So many days in and the dream's want of you and the skins want of the dream, become the same thing.

I am a lifetime of quiet sleepless hot dreams of you.

My urge for you is your touch. My desire, our covenant called 'maybe someday if the world might move a certain way,' if Atlas' choice to shrug could shake the world to sense the sensible definition of a good life.

If his shake would quake awake the recognition that one element every story must have is hope.

Then to remember each life is a single story in a grand tale called Life, and even the world itself could not spin without hope.

And, so, I spin with the World with the hope for you.

S.J. Wynn
+he Ghos+