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 DREAM WORD DYNAMIC

   

Why does sleep fighting

bear the right words

not early morning waking

round the bend to consciousness

perhaps in the lure of departing

looselipping comes easy

 

A prick in the mind

grows to the words

only when journeyed

in the dead right direction

 

Clarity nears dark with stealth

bolting the sun preference given

to bright small baskets forever

 

wrinkled to seed

planted in sleep with stealth

© 2016 by Michael D. Blaisdell

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