Beyond the Pineal Stalk | Heath Brougher
Why doesn’t
anyone ever
wake up?
Dead poets
haunt your dreams
and disturb the sleep.
You wake up,
startled
as in a battlefield
fighting
the airy nothing.
Last night,
you remember,
the mosquito fight
you could not win.
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When Princess sleeps
there is no sound.
Her dreams are deep.
Castles in clouds on mountain tops.
She gets waited on when her shoes drop
to the ground.
This is what dreams are made of.