at night
you build things.
bridges, structures,
cathedrals.
your dreams are
works of art
without struggle,
or sweat. you
ease into
them like silk
clothes, like
soft warm water
of the bluest
of oceans. you
swim throughout
the night and never
touch the bottom.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
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