I am a prisoner of dreams.

My thoughts, stripped from time,

drift me into shadowed corners.

The gray and white melt from

day, opening at night

where eyes are teased by desert

spirits.  The rocks of memories

are filled with ancient colors.

Rivers pull at me, oceans lick

my ankles.  My voice is

underwater, agonizing for

nothing.  I rise to the surface,

floating without effort.

Night fills the void of what day

Fails to fulfill.


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