I’ll kick it off (I do it thunderstruck with wine) and then you guys add your own stream-of-consciousness verse. Don’t overthink it, just let the words flow and follow upon what the last person stitched in. I’ll decide when it’s done.
Ready? Set? Go!
when you sleep
your soul becomes a dove
that flies to distant lands
that border the kingdom of Dream
and the bed of the Midnight Sun;
your soul flies with the winged Sirens
and the stars that breathe fire
flies …
