As a landscape it dissolves

 Between two flames. You come dressed in grace. Agitated skin. Waiting restlessly for the infinite. Of the sudden night. Without stopping, I walk. Look for a fabulous lotus flower. Sometimes he wakes up from dreams. Nerves, anguish of the night. Tortured dreams of wishes. Creature, body dreams. Immediate seed. Run as source. As a landscape it dissolves.

Sense, then ex-isto as hypo/thesis.