Net Fishing bears

Mocking bird witnessing
Managing the biggest catch yet
Roaring "Last fresh breath"
Pulling together as one
Feeding machine casting
Matrix nets

The

Dreams are the guiding words of the soul.
Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their ridding images into objects of my daily consideration?

The dream city

There are no residents,  only those that are always hitting the roads, always moving on,  pausing only to avoid the path of others.

The dragon fly meets the motorcycle

The man breathes  betta fish 

as he drives down the road 

 the leaves fly like the birds watching him pass.
The Dragonfly takes a break and rest on his oversized too XO leather jacket he found at a pawn shop for $50 it came with the helmet.

 He passes the pond but he remembers falling into as a child and the moment of falling has never left him as he tries his motorcycle by.

 They restrain their beast with tethers that show the types of people that they are. 

 The dragonfly and I travel for many miles and see nothing. I remember the playground for the kindergarten in China so we would sneak into when no one was there are we climb over the wall and look for the room with a little chairs and little tables and everyone has their own packages of markers we would go into the courtyards to play . 

And she looked over and saw them kissing