Wednesday, January 17, 2024

Camping On The Breach

the dreamer must die 
or the dream must die 
but neither may die

the dream undying
the dreamer undead
neither can live

encamped
on the tenuous border
outside and within the rule

smoke over the chasm
my bloody fingers feed
a small fire pops alive

brush paper and canvas
there the dream undying
the dreamer dreaming

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