I want dreams to be bright.
Sight unfolding past blackness
bold in its misting of drip-like
motel stalactites, it's how I want
yellows bursting past
sunken eyes, full with greens
so unseen in these leaking pipes,
lazy windpipes -
loves and hope in images
that dreams may be -
that leave, faint, while
some narrow bridge between
world and mind,
mindsight as it is,
boastless arrives;
so thus then get up with little
soul-lights left flickering on,
on after that first leap
into the sudden unremembered
sky of some long gone feeling deep inside.















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I'll try this again when I'm more awake. Mental coffee might help.
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See you space cowboy...
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Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
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Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
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I'd rather know I was crazy than think I was sane.
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See you space cowboy...
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Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
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