My brother matt and I were in the car as I was reading a book (not driving, mind you). He reached over my shoulder, pointed to four random words and said, "Make a poem out of this". Like it was a dare or something. So I did. So here it is. So enjoy it.

And into floating fences <----------- (those were the words)
Where nothing becomes tangled
or dismissed.
Endless; there is no room for
boundaries
or sanctions.

Only creamy clouds inviting
Multitudes of neighboring particles
To intervene and voice opinion.

I reach to feel its cerulean craftsmanship,
Tracing my fingers through its air
Because I know somewhere along the foamy edges
I'll find the latch