BOTTOMLESS DREAMS
in the pure burning night
the distortions are so lovely
when you hitch your hopes
to the fraying edges of cosmic blue
crook the finger
tilt the tipsy line
that anchors you safely to the familiar
surf the sky,
bare witness to the fate
you’re willing to create
make the effort,
go fly that kite
and catch a thin slice of that heavenly pie
to dream is a blessing,
so follow yours tonight!
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