The Overpass of Whispers

What do dreams mean when gazing downward?

Arguable is the light
downswept into valleys,
shadowbox titans of thought...

The transcendence, the rolling
directions unused and slipping into tomorrow.
They speak in violets.

Always pursuing the unnotable alleys,
those forgotten paths entwining the yesterday you sought.

Hover over seeker | Transport by glow | Remember

When will they paint the skyline backward,
that test of trust affixed by serpentine logic?

Fragments of the glass pane anew,
reshape what is always beneath you.