Music
filled streets,
cloudy
skies, chicken soup –
blended
in a cup.
The
night is approaching my eyelids
at
mid-day.
Sovereign
stars of the night
gather
and swirl in my chest,
pulling
my spine through an infinite space
where
dreams are born,
and I
pull them through the gateway
into
this sodden world
where
all dreams belong.
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