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crippled bloom

hidden desperate from

the intruding world...

stealing my eyes for

another empty slice of time

spent hovering in silent vigil...



my vestibule for visiting ghosts,

those that lull and drain

dancing just beyond my sight

and those that creep beneath

the portals where

secret dreams draw me...

while I touch the moon,

dim bulb stamped into

the fabric of the waning night

begging me to be lonely

so harmless, so haunting.



I rehearse these dreams

day in and day out

finding my silence and the

dulling sameness of it all

kindles a numbing ache

behind tired eyes...

tracing the flight of vagabond leaves

swimming in the supporting wind

like dust gently glazing

the wings of butterflies.



sometimes we have to be careful

not to hold onto the wrong things...

and sometimes, we just have to

close our eyes and dream.



tomorrow is another day, another dream.