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He sat quietly in the incoporeal
thought theater of confusion never listening to
everpresent unsatisfied yet insatisible quivering
thoughtfulls of glowing fantasies intrepid night
romances doing the don’ts of life and society
I can taste you in my dreams touch you in my
nonsleep care for your waterfall uncommon
in luxury midnite delicious door chime
renedevous windcaste fate meld of mind and
soul of flesh and time, one nonapart
minute embracement
(and close my eyes)
dave collins
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013
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