When the experiences are disparate,
scattered
dispersed,
and a question of what is real,
drops in,,

a giggle ascends..
Hovering in no need,
that land of plenty,
the inquiry disintegrates-
oil on adhesive-
with full featherweight of unimportance.

Dreamwalking.
the threads, web trance of a building spider,
these are the delivery, the shaping,
the invisible connection.
Nothing more-
All is robust,
full,
celestial

Spider continues her common,
unseen
practice..
Welcome, magician.