Night Streams


Grasping at Straw Dogs with little to show,
from nods to nothing with little to know.

Forging ahead all but blind sky blue ash,
having green fields and hearts of velvet.

Glow grow and veins dip into bloodthirsty shame,
caves of humanity stuck unto all.

Play with dreams while dreams play with nightmares,
sharing light and shadow more than worries or cares.

Drink in the languishing spires as the shore falls underfoot,
brought together by motion, by action, by words here put.

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