Nowhere is now here / by jaybo

I am going nowhere,  dressed with my dreams.

Dreaming to tears, hard as death in spring.

Dreaming, torn between here and there.

Where, finally nothing looks like nothing.

Dreaming until I can’t speak any more, 

maybe just a bit with the tip of my eyes,

watching me unchallenging

believing I wasn’t in need

dreaming even too much

dreaming even bad 

burning even

when all is