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The Sleeping Muse, Constantin Brancusi, 1910
delicately I dream
embodied elegance
alighting at stops
of impermanence
solemn slumber
encased casualty of my day
~ daring to drift
like mist, majestic in metallic hues
exploring caverns of chaotic carnivals
all the while with whistling breath
confirming safely sealed
in sleep's serenity
travels that transmute
trajectories of tiresome tears
tirades accompanied by brass bands
the switch from solo soliloquy
savaged by silent slivers of memory
screams of "save me"
cried into the backlit void
vindicated by ventriloquistic
vast echoes
"view me"
I plead to stone walls
of whitewashed wishes
wanton with trapped wails
of all that wandered
rich beyond windswept wonder
racing to shores
of unsure solvency
set in seeds of uncertainty
forevers framed in filigree
"wake me!"
lost in insipid intricacy
irises bloom, full bellied
epiphany enchantments swell
perhaps Eros manifests
arid oceans tainted with thunderous overtures
leaning into laced wings of weary wrath
sleep ends in dahlia dipped dopamine
carpeting cavern floors
foolish rambling
greeted by sleeveless silhouettes
solemn ~ always solemn
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