morphean

to save the mundane fantasies that swirl in his head , Morphean, keeps his dreams close. Contours of calcium that want to break free from the stretched skin. Hollow sockets ... Blank fazes.
Morphean.... Flyer on the highest clouds... surfer of the silver seas. Cloaked in reasons of incoherent flashes, he smiles the bland smile. For smiles are not for the others that watch, they stem from his guts... reach his lips.. die down... Morphean is happy.. why does he need to show it .
The one with all the answers... Morphean ... OUR NEEDLE KING !!