Come Gather in the distance of a single breath. Good Had it been so advantageous Would have taken it all away. In hindsight I can see what happened. Everybody and their second self Drifting through the currents Of circumstance. Sped up Like forwarded tape As if fate were devious, conniving and smug. Nobody looking No one can hear the sounds. Neither one Nor the other In a hall of mirrors Can Recognize their own face. Hardly a ghost, But still vacant of the beat. Who took us? What dreams Have been lost among the Parallels? Open lungs. Mouths like dragons. Breathing through it Is all that can be done.