Lying the Thought Table

Every day another night,

she said as she layed the table right.

A card to cover

and a Fool right from the deck.

She raised her arms and stretched

her pretty neck.

Each moment between Now pulsed on and off,

since after all that was the cost.

And as they settled into their dreams,

where nothing was just what it seemed,

their becoming faded and renewed

between dimensions and so infused.

That’s why she smiles as she cries

and wipes the stardust from her eyes