To you who dream of dinosaurs & matadors & manatees—
A love letter.

You who philosophize in wistful sighs & while away the hours,
watching wily eyes watch back and wondering why & counting flowers—

Cry out silently but louder than lies or honesty or towers,
babble dauntlessly, relentlessly, & haunting rabble rousers
or dismantling demagoguery the vulgus mobile empowers—

You who connect synecdoche eclectically & dream sheep electrically,
infect friends and enemies alike with expectancy, entropy & ecstasy—

Exclaim, deny, affirm, reply & squirm under the microscope eye,
obsolesce, regress, indulge excess & generally make a mess of things,
but all the while apply yourself & share the wealth of whimsy—

To you, thus deemed seamless, who are all that you seem,
gleamingly schemeless, blessedly rhymeless—

Redeem all these dreams and dromiceiomimus.