. . . like poetry, all fluid
a few rigid rules
may be taken for
granted
a little surreal
a little sublime
a little like a dream
nobody should define
a handful of friends
a pocketful of foes
a tune to dance to
10 fingers and 10 toes
days like deep sleep
nights full of awakening
a few sunrays, a mirage
a full moon night, unexpectation
subconsciously
waking up the
conscious
all in an hour’s wandering!
-jm
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