Frowned upon to write about dreams
but I want to say how
the wild things arrived,
hares, wildcats, hawks–
not dangerously– estatically.
The subconcious colors the world,
if neccessary, decadently–
It was a tapestry
how they came down
from the trees, in medias res,
the way dreams go,
my childhood home,
summertime with wolves,
no fear, just floating
from the same lack of gravity–
not obeying logic,
but following something,
some unnatural orders, and happily
Hey, are you violating the RULES? 😄 Beautifully done!
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Thank you! What is it about “do not…” ? :p
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It’s just one of those phrases!
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now that makes me want to write about some of my dreams
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Do!
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You must!
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