trees frightened by candles.
people gather to protect
the forest from harm.Thursday, January 1, 2015
lost thoughts gather no moss
recently a dream stayed with me throughout the day
underlying every sense and sentence was the awareness of this other world
a shadow of subconscious self lurking between the letters of words
the pause in a phrase of an incomplete sentence
not intrusive, a fog not entirely lifted from the landscape of experience
and yet, the dream forgotten in the flow of subsequent days and times
what lingers is the intimation of company, the sentiment of almost
the fingertip sensation of failure
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