Dreams, Visions Poem by Phillip Erb

Dreams, Visions



Fog swaddles the morning
Softening the sun's flame
With each smoke gray breath
Exhaled by the lungs of ghost
Rousing to life sleep swollen
Servants of dawn
Dog-eared and jetlagged
By the sweltering stress
Of the atmospheric
Pressure

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Goldy Locks 22 June 2007

love the debunking, of this, the abolishment of illusion. sjg

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Phillip Erb

Phillip Erb

Louisville, Ky.
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