Tuesday, November 27, 2012

What did I dream last night?--an empty notebook--

Dreams are sleep piece
visions in the essential mind
fitting beneath those
of our mundane reality,
a fevered mirage going to
waste each night,
that's its own sad
story--a mirror to our
crumbling thoughts--
reach for them, taste them on
tip of tongue and idea--they're
out there stacking and falling,
filing and calling out--

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