apricotssepia haze at 6am we went up in a hot air balloon shhh...listen. can you hear that? the sounds of stranger's lucid dreams soft and silky as though whispered across a lake articulate and tender we swim through the sky time to wake up, open your eyes a cloud kisses your cheek as we rise my hands, clammy from a cooled off sky we float down into the crevasse monuments greet us - "good morning, we've been patiently waiting for centuries. we're ash and lava that once held chu...