Here

You'll be

my Reality

...I your 

Fantasy

smile every

dream and

nonbirthday

is indeed

the present

unraveling

...we'll grow

taunt as yarn

and even live

to thread and 

pass it along

....a yawn

that coils

and pulls

and glows

neon...

in concert

with no

apparent 

sound or

reason...

the same

grasp that

hoists the

balloon

lowers our

casket too

....so life

albeit brief

may be

very full