A cosmic whisper about identity, creation, and the thin veil between dreamer and dream.

Even Now

by Raymond Olson | Apr 1, 2026

The stars are mere dust in my wake

The trail of this granular illusion lets you see me

I was one when there were no numbers

I was everything when there was nothing

When I believed— you became my reality

You exist outside of time

Even now, you are me— dreaming