There is no answer

There is no answer

To give the weaver

The dreams he delivers

Are hand me downs

Ready made

Easily interpreted

For the price

Of a clear conscience

No need of an avatar

Every dream is

A stylised affair

Attached invisibly

To a chord holding

You tight

Stitched anew every night

Lay down the needle

There is no seam

To mend

There will come a time

When there will be

A separation

A last illusion

An endless sleep

With no thread needed

To guide you

It is not a fairytale

Or chimera

But in the giving

Of an answer

There will be an exchange

And a gentle passing

Of the soul

In everlasting

Incremental stages.