We
     We set out
with our (false) aspirations
at 3: 47 (?) on that
luminous (maybe) Sunday,
searching for
      inspirations
      or
signs of would be anythings.
     The ascension
     proved pointless
due to the unfortunate lack of
... something, although
we aren't (he isn't)
capable of determining what.
But the thing is -
he's not a DREAMER,
     and
I don't care
     because
I don't need him.
I don't need anyone.

by E. O., Milton, MA