Saturday, February 11, 2017

Dreamweaver

My mind and body are different beings
one thinks
one shits
without command and with
comatose biological
programmed survival
then sleep
to offer up sacrifice to madness made up
while surrender temporarily
is
willingly if else
this world
fiction framed
real as anything
breathes life
onto conscious curls
ripple matter matted sweat

It was said
follow your dreams

I can't

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