i have not ever dreamed, quite.
wishful vapors and hopeful sighs,
the fevered rabbit-hearted pulse in the
dark . the fear;
for what might be, might never be enough.
there are no solid castles here,
or even pie-in-the-sky
labored breathing to brick-build foundations
of a future of my own creation,
just a minute to minute
fight-or-flight
to see a glimpse of dawn
in the dead of night.

03/31/2012

Posted on 03/31/2012
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