Monday, April 2, 2018

jeffree Skewes #45 To the dreaming

Without dreaming
moonlight couldn't

cast glow
down below

the underworld's
occult mechanics

engrain mystery
beyond belief

no matter
whatever made

any sense
fluently here

the wine
of poetry

sometimes closely
mimics clues

spilling words
as silhouettes

roughly glancing
true meaning

netted within
forgotten troves

were once
living stories

filed now

sometimes clear
mostly fragged

who knows
beyond those

gushing empathies
broken scenes

non rhyming
free verse

backward dancing
mute singing

risk now
laying down

drifting asleep
awaken dreaming

cutting reason
steady breathing

what luxury

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