I dreamed a lot that night, many dreams and deep dreams, and more nights followed with dreams like that.
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When someone’s chasing you with a knife, / you just run, as someone said ages ago in a statement, / actually a manifesto demanding a person be face to face / with the words or they won’t count.
I blossomed into violet / flames while my / Self, in silent flight / within my soul, / drank and sang / until dawn.
in silence, those dark minutes of recess when they stomp on my shadow with their hyena / laughter
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The roof soars so high above the sky’s hanging at arm’s length / And you, dear, are now drunk on a thousand glasses of wine
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