dreamlife in poetry

once there was concept
then there was thought
when thought gave way to idea
but idea quickly split off
into the twins need and want
that’s when all hell broke loose
when the interaction of those two
new states of being
branched off into
everything

love loss and licorice
hate helium and gravity
rocks gravy and depravity
everything you could ever see
or imagine eat hold or be
sifted out from want and need
like a two-source hologram
projected from both equally
creating an illusion of being
for you and for me
for planets and dust
for chocolate and longing
for tin plates and rust
it’s all just the intersection
of want and of need
co-mingling
to try and become idea again

to then return to concept
via thought
but the thing before concept
I don’t even know what
I guess that’s kind of
the point