~ SCREAMING AT THE EDGE OF A BROKEN SEA ~
william pauley III
I never dream,
but if I did,
I’d imagine it’d be a lot like screaming,
vomit and ash flying from my mouth
and nostrils
in waves,
in waves,
in oceans
moving fast,
stretching over the sands,
into the streets,
flooding the earth
and everything
outside it.
There is no room for space in dreaming.
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