If dreams were windows,
stones would have broken them,
flung from outstretched hands
in a picturesque and lonely suburb,
and as the glass shatters inward,
the loveliest breeze would steal through the pane,
cooling feverish hearts with its gentle touch.
But dreams are dreams and
windows are windows, and stones are not
dream-permeable like your touch. So,
that stone did not shatter glass,
but it did crush my sleeping head
in a spray of astral ooze,
finally putting an end
to all this nonsense about
fevers and shattered glass hearts.















Comments
But I don't like astral ooze, or long sentences.
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Felix Alexander
Tasty.
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nobody is weird.. its just a word to discriminate people who others find different from them.
-dreamsdenied
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There Ain't No Such Thing As A Free Lunch--Robert Heinlein
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There Ain't No Such Thing As A Free Lunch--Robert Heinlein
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