You Invented Me

There's a structure born on 3^2 23,
built 28 years tall and growing.

We don't exist,
we just add on like memories,
to a sleeping dream.

and the puppets dream eachother.

messages proclaimed from,
finger smiles and twitch fedoras,
there's a secret
they say
you can grow up,
without growing.

It's magic.

You used to walk up walls,
walk up walls,
you said,
the secret is...
To run!

From our dear English Vernacular,
the dear tool,
of a hat maestro,
spicy sweets
for the hippocampus.

The question was who,
invented what,
it was you,
invented that.

If we're just dreams,
part of the other,
I claim with certainty,
you invented me first.