To dream, the embattled dreamers
all dreaming not a separate
force, not a separate energy, intangible sum
just tangling us all,

no crime, or the best crime.
Perfect crime of containing;
a brief moment to see in penumbra
seeing red, white
and blue and every shade in between
mashed into purple jelly and lime, yes,
every other color.

Not a dimension of good versus evil,
we are not bad, we are not our dreams
unless we choose to be,
not even lutefisk aphrodisiacs under dusk,
the mountains digging deeper
into soot and loam, not even the pines of vanilla,
rays beating against wings
taking off across the foothills,

not even they are real unless
we agree and act as they are…


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