Dreams after night
they stay with me like a horizontal flash
the light stays and all all is dark
stories weave though me like ghosts
and i stand
still no matter how much i move
the ghosts
are loud but i can't tell what they are saying
for if i could i could respond
but would i
when even awake
the dreamworld haunts me
with its absence
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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