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"Dissolution"



I go to sleep a lot now, 
to escape reality. 
It is as if I am no longer here, 
but there in the other worlds. 
Some dreams are so real. 
Once was a life
where as a child
we walked barefoot 
through molasses
dirt roads gone country
wide open spaces 
watched the burning 
fields of sugar
the sweetest fragrance
the air tasted 
like candy apples
through the smoky haze
of night we watched 
God throwing us stars
Orion with his shield
protected us 
under canopy of 
blue gums shading 
we feasted on the sweetness
of almond and lemon icing
the coconut cake waited 
for us to undress it 
with our smiles
our days were spent 
deliciously idle 
basking in the warmth 
from Apollo's golden idol
the Sun, a shining badge 
we wore without 
the notion of 
wearing out our years 
in 50+ we watched time 
go slowly in it's turning dial
pinned to sky of turquoise sea
as above so below
it was as if we 
were in heaven
for eternity 
while we picked apart
all the threaded blankets of rainbow
waving wild flowers crochetted between 
black and white holsteins
watching kindles suck
on the sweet warm white milk 
the legion of pale toffee jersey 
we woke up very early
heralded in the dusky dawn 
leaving wet tracks for us
like magic snails  
we were to follow
unafraid of holy ghosts
we hunted for elusive goose eggs
hidden in the ever welcoming hollows 
of long silver grass
and tangerine rusted relics 
treasure chests we opened
we made necklaces of 
shedded diamonds, snakeskins
hanging like the finest silk from 
grossmutter’s ceiling beams
emerald tree frogs 
sang us to sleep
while the summer rain 
hit the tin roof like an 
orchestra of tinkling triangles
we live in glass cages now
afraid to breathe in each other’s dreams
kisses are snuffed out like flames
before we are permitted Orwellian
to go back to sleep
closed and sterile 
like old black and white photos 
in a picture framed
our gossamer wings pinned
bones brittle lacking vitamin D
caught, we are specimens
between borders locked in
finished in flight before we begin
there is no such thing as an embrace
or a warm handshake 
afraid to reach out
we turn and face our corners 
like disobedient children 
told to be quiet 
there is peace 
when there is no revolution
our dreams are made of better things
I go to sleep a lot now
to escape reality.
It is as if I am no longer here
but there in the other worlds.
Some dreams are so real.

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
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