Surface Dreams

I would rather not let you see all the content of my brain, just the surface parts that gleam like a coiling snake digesting itself, you can imagine, I feel the same way about yours. Show me your feet, and I will show you my hands, we will paint them with words to describe the rest of us, then print out our dreams on the space between us. What I mean to say is: brains need that kind of image-making, otherwise two luminous jellyfish such as we would never find each other in the deep dark ocean.