in the morning when consciousness overtakes dreams
the day cannot seem to begin
fading images hover in the air a snug blanket of ectoplasm
benevolent phantoms out of place but welcome
like strangers bearing good news
an immutable message of inexplicable warmth
nothing summons the moments creep by in languid contemplation
i would rather linger in this embrace than greet the day
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I like it !
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Thank you.
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beautiful imagery
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Thank you. Especially appreciate it when a visual artist responds in that way.
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Sounds like a wonderful way to describe languishing in the realm of sleep vs. reality.
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Thank you. It’s a cozy place to be – probably why I spend too much time there.
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the pen dreamed a poem, I discern a wrinkle of perception
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Or is it a wrinkling of time? Perhaps they are one in the same.
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Thank you. I’m glad the poem moved you 😉
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you have described the orgasm being in that place between worlds you good.
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