Such a range of imagery and outlook to contemplate. But, both are all about not brooding, so, *impulse wraps around both:
From waking up hungover in a strange bed to aligning the cosmos and pattering through daisy fields whilst flinging poesy into the far flung universe.
To dally in the darning needle haze or to jet invincibly through the gray urban night?
The Dreamster likes the hummingbirds, so we will flit through the capillary dew with them. But, when the sun dips itself into the brine, I will dash about the barren city scape seeking fast cars and glossy branding.