"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Poem: Dreams




















In our dreams 
place and time
layer in confusion,
colors camouflage, 
nothing is clear.

We are audience
and actors in one
night's improv. on
incomplete insights
and imagery,
told in language we
struggle to comprehend.




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