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undreaming

by on February 11, 2012

undreaming

Moonbeam penetrates my room

quietly bombarding slumber
that is just now sharpening its depth

 

Curtains dance.

 

Curtains, and a room’s tenure
of service to my unconscious life.

 

Sleep.

Sleeping allows us dreams
of how other lives could have unfolded.
___________________
2011 – Pablo de Fleurs

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