Dreams
In the blank canvas of a room
Aswirl and pearled with long-clutched dreams,
Dreaming of the dream, dreams of the Great Path
Where lime juice tears from our eyes and the sun
Soft hug of skin reminds us of Christmas as children, these dreams,
These dreams inside small, expanding rooms racing along
Hot peace-rushing thoroughfares as along the satin lusty dreams as along
The bowing among flowers dreams as along the lonely room dreams within the
Dream Circle.
The dream stars, the constellating joy, oh dark, oh dark sweet joy,
Wish upon your floating pain and make it bare, laughable.
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