Monday, November 2, 2015

I come to listen not to lead

I feel asleep to try and connect to you in dream.  But you weren't there. Well, maybe somewhere over my head above me - though we both lie on our backs on the same plane.

Later dreams of lavish, ship wreck, salt sea stones, red water. 

You wrote a letter - should I keep the dog, should I leave it where it belongs.  Displaced pack animals -fated domestics.

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