a dream within a dream
i float away

toes pointing at the brick walkway
beneath

the clouds blanket my existence
(harbored-- my own mind waits passive)
and i am warm and heady

here there are no false accusations
i am not judged
i am held like a fallow infant

untaught, unpressured, undesired, understood

round and new
like a penny gleaming from the unclaimed earth

floating until;
i've become a moon, orbiting entities unknown

floating until;
i've become you

02/17/2007

Posted on 02/18/2007
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