luni, 12 martie 2018

Dream on

I am
riding a cold
on a velvet road
from winter
to spring

I am
sneezing
as the road
narrows.
Coughing
as it turns
into a tightrope.
Shivering
as it becomes
a barbed wire.

Flying and floating
in a grey sky,
Climbing and slipping
a foggy memoir
Sweating and chocking
on half-truths

The dream starts
when the night ends



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