At the seams of a dream

Across the forest
beyond the water
Watching, the breakfast's gaze
This coffee has eyes
The car wants my love
The meat has want, in truth, it's trying
Poles grow from my skin, a passage of rain,
The poles continued growing like a cancer
As I walked through the passage of rain

the rain began to change
and turned into a gas
other things woke up
The hoe pretends to run
And then pretends to rest
The battery begins to boil
The alarm is in a bone
The leaves fear they are aging
The rust fears it's alone
forward from the other
No, not with the home
The days become overpowering
Monday becomes Friday
The coffee wanting sugar
the car wanting a wheel
the meat wanted a friend
The poles wanted to be called by them
The hoe is wanting to be put away
As the battery is wanting to say Yes
The alarm is far from wanting
The bone happens to have a perk
to start something, we know
What with it is up to us
The rust is wanting something
that it is getting from
the leaves that each are ending
as they do something seen
and the car is going to lose
its other unknown something
Some alarm kidnapped deep within us
Is doing no wrong to move

"And we make to try from doing time,"
The alarm says to the rust
and it replies "We can't keep track for we are not alive"
And this quiet statement makes a riot
and the rust to prove a point
What we want and what it is wanting
Might be one and the same
and in the dark of the passage
the gas begins to fly
and as it does, the breakfast & coffee both
agree we do no wrong
"But we don't do good, either."

The hoe looks around, and of sudden thought, screams
"WE ARE NOT OF THIS WORLD"
As the coffee moves about, at the end of what was the passage
the cancer speaks up, and the others freeze
The poles and my skin jump off together
To be together is their wanting
At the same time the skin screams
"Do you know what it means?
To be and of the seams?
And instead to be of fading dreams?"
And the battery boiling burst at the seams.