Am I dreaming?
this breast is breathing
rain is falling
like lead, drip dread
& the sun remains
to break through
sprinkling diamonds on the lawn
mystery dream
sanctuary scene
& the tall trees march
rustling leafy tunes, indefinitely
into the hills
goose-stepping
crushing earth
& they’re bringing back the sun
with them, to their world
this time
this trip
this trip
this trip
dripped dead.
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