Endocrine

Empty promises fill the            

Dust-lined coin purse of a dream.

Thoughts weigh as much as air,

Plans hamper and cut, they

Spark on the back of the sleeper’s eyelids,

And vigilance through the night is no option:

Wakefulness is the request of the uneasy mind--

One cannot walk the plane of existence unconsciously,

Lest they trip on the vines and the roots of the trees.

 

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A mother’s worried anger screams,

Matched by an unspoken

Terror.

Who will be there to pick up the pieces

Of shattered luck,

Of confidence shredded?

 

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Where does your mind wander

When you sit idly by?

Do your dreams tremor silently in

Dormant anticipation?

Twisting and rolling stomach, diseased by risk:

Impending; Sunshine kissing

Pale skin.

Golden life.

We may dream differently, you and I.

 

And we may walk, separately, you to the forest, me to the sky

So one day we may meet among the mountains.

 

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Opaque stratosphere,

The echelon of reality.

Merry mysteries

Stomping in the giant’s field

Kicking up ash and debris in clouds of

Vanilla cigar smoke.

 

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            Don’t wait

for me to look back and wave,

            Ask me

                        anything…

your questions about the world.