In the swarming haze of powdery lines and comedy
movies that were never funny, he fell asleep.
Dead asleep, and he dreamt of flying over a vast
ocean, toes skimming salty waves teeming with life
that I'll never even have the capacity to store
half the names of. (Make that 1/23rd of)
Friday, July 11, 2008
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