12 Jan 2009

these dreams i dream
(solid as beams of light through glass
and the strange clarity of significance)
ever grow in distance
at times to fire of greater consequence
turning fierce constellations in my sky
still to consume me

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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