Sleep D Poems

then we can see each other in living
colour culling the kilometres with webs of electronic
far away friendship network beyond embryonic
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And the sky remained our authority for what was not possible,
Until your last breath bereft of vitality conjured motionless prisms,
crystalline temples through which encoded parallel universes bespoke
innumerable plausibilities that we had not even dreamed of in the saline mists
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Trying to find friendly patterns,
some kind of a sign,
just like that day when I'd,
swung from the clothes line.
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Passion's escaping me,
like a flickering, red cloak and little hood,
hot ahead, yet in and out of sight,
not properly presenting for thine eyes
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Hermann Hesse
sighed writing glass beads
and
River Phoenix
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art's the cosmic bridge between heaven and earth
man's the cosmic bridge between vulgarity and turf
women are the keys 2 salvation
2day is the shadow of tomorrow
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The theatre spent a good deal of time wrapped in a dream
before deciding to unfurl early and move like a clear, freshwater stream.

The thespian used effectively, their body in that space,
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I love you Leila,

every day as I lay,
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Eight Bubbles in the Picture Eight Tracing Kiosks
Eight Keys Traction Eight Pivot in the Bubbles
Eight Bubbles in the Churning Eight Sing Skarabs
Eight Caravan Bubbles Sang in Eight the Churoskuro
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I don't pay much attention to time,

I guess this then is time's problem,
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