Sunday, June 25, 2006

to dream whenever lights go

We
may be
afraid of need

the
very sound
of the portal

between
the ever
and this reality.

Perhaps
you feel
there’s something jerky

about
the music
inserted at horizons

though
it once
had been sedated.

Perhaps
the trees
will stand willingly

sounding
strange wind-up
notes like strings

as
midnight specials
to remember, again.

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