night thinking, day dreaming

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upon a misty night's shore
my tongue catches
flakes of sand and salt:
summer snow
in the breeze of
a raven's wing.
oh, how the sea of dreams
rolls
how the silk waves
tumble and fall over one another in
fleetingly beautiful
moments of terror
as nightmares besiege them.
white caps of demons clawing for
control of the sea of the soul
is churning with
words unsaid:
thoughts silenced by judgement and scorn
the waves of the subconscious
bubble up on the rocks and
disintegrate as if acid had
corroded the stone.
i wake, gasping

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