dali dreams
by richard poor
in my
skylike
mind
where the clouds
are white
whales
that glide
in
depths
that i
have yet
swum too...
i see
movement
in liquid
motion
drips
of time
from the faucet
of soul
and
a woman
dreamed
held now
as ghosts
that crowd
the canvasses
of
thought
on which i
paint.....
in dreams
i am awake.
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