Dreamworlds

See
Lift this vale, pale acrid blind.
Waking to another rich velvet tasting,
a frosty blended vision, earnest visions of our so-called realities.

Hear
Brilliance blinded our storks and rattled bloodied sabers, azure faceted weapons.  We sew fine, slivers of silver ghosts and name them.

Smell
Dreamworlds play recordings, hardened vinyl darkness scratched with Truths.  Analogous, digital softly-spoken mountains upon mountains cleanse our palets, removing our tongues, feeding us light.