A Pillow of Dreams/An Extension of SelfA Poem by Alfred Kukitzways to sleep in the under brushA Pillow of Dreams/ An Extension of Self Dawn a kind of nocturnal dream in my heart laying waste to yesterday. Eyes open, breath seeping into the pupils, You see everything and all at once the head dives into a pillow of dreams. Forgive my misunderstanding but are you here again? Voices coalesce into galaxies in a waver Finding yourself, finding others so far from an extension of the self. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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