Is unspeakable
It is in the moment
When I accept that
My dreams are dashed to the ground
And crawl up through the rubble
My body aching
That the real dream rises up in me
Shining and resplendent.
Scraping the clouds...
For I AM
that Figure sitting
Legs dangling on the crescent moon
Head in the clouds
Fishing story.
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