May 10th, 2009
It came
I sought
I lost.
In confusion
Scrambled.
Lesser things came,
Happiness.
Exploration.
For a time.
The dream is raw
Rotting.
Older dreams than recent dreams
dreamt are redrawn.
New vigor
New vision.
Dreaming continues
Until night
When the last, long dream begins.
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