I dreamt in poems last night....
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Doves are flying…
into fences.
As Does a Sculpture
If i loose my limbs to draw and paint
my eyes to absorb
and my voice to speak…
i can hope only
that my ears be blessed to truly hear
and that what remains of my simplified form,
speaks itself,
of beauty and vision.
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I dream, poetry,
therefore
I am.
I know this is blurry but Im currently lazy... so thats what you get.
