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The Dream State Wolf like daggers in dust, ancient and andante Scratch, snarl and sniff the eloquence of the elements Candles flicker, crawling the wall of torment Crushing the roses amidst the lily beds Resident sinners that bow and burn Born of loathing and soothing sounds of a lullaby Fortress of liquid mesmerized by a sordid sorcerer’s right hand For no rectitude stands here Extort and silence comes Curdles of frustration The heterogeneous with a halo Mocks the ebullient angels For nothing will ameliorate at their feet Exotic generals fuse and arch their backs To a labyrinth of sacrifice and squalor Men on horseback grind their teeth and slink Hooves snare and scratch at matter as their necks suffer protuberance Supercilious maiden’s derision and snivel Drench them in the somber and torrid A soliloquy lulls me and I give sonorous But soon I forget my solitude soporific And awaken from my slumber By Sharron J Dunham 2004 I had a sleep and went to dream The dream felt real of you and me Forgive me for drifting from what is true But still I dream a dream of you By Sharron J Dunham April 2004
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 04:25:31 +0000

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