Fragments of Dream

What if the curtain has a dream to speak to us? The leaf, remember the leaf? It swirled.

Running water becomes a melody in reverse. It whispers secrets from ten years ago.

Moonlight tasted like forgotten memories. A traffic cone sings sonnets in my dream.

We follow pathways made of jelly. Are you jelly? Because I might be. I could be.

The chair in the corner. Does it also hold a breath? Just a breath, nothing momentous… or is it?

I told the toaster about my plans. It doesn't reply, but I swear I can hear it laugh.