The Misfits

We come from a long line
               of derelicts and misfits
                      feeling around in the dark

I knew that indecipherable love
               from above, below, and inside
                 before I knew it from the various

Manifestations and formations
               I have come to know, the light
                    show with its soft glow, like a
                       mother bird's firm shove

I still haven't found out what
               would happen if I completely
                        let go in the dream

Feeling myself falling apart
       a freefall from deprivation
                   and self preservation

Would it be more like falling apart at the seams
                   or floating downstream and such

We are indeed wild
            and a touch dramatic
                          a synergy, telepathy

It's all simply a wellspring of timing
             Time after time epiphanies
                     nestled in our beds while
                                     while we dream