My dear brick work man

Sad brick work man, cast to suspend in time, your body, unfinished, your soul only visible within the imagination of passers by

What would you say? If anything at all!
I wonder, if I wish you real would you help me!

Brick work man, alive you are, walk forth from your concrete prison and help me with my plan.

Tear down the veil that conceals us from our image, focus our attention on the now, help us to question our very existence, help us to wake up

Hold my hand my dear brick work man, walk with me through the mind of man and disrupt the flow of comfort and repetitiveness

You will become my supermassive black hole, destroying light and matter, so that we may finally see 

Life and death as one.

But no, I wake from your lucid stare and all I want to do is kiss your brittle lips. 

Could I be you, could you be me.

Then I finally realize that it's a mirror staring back at me.