Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Kicking Horse Coffee

Sleep knots my back because I am twisted in my dreams, pulled into the directions of ghosts with promises of enlightenment and ease.  But in this guise of a dreamer, I am awake shielding daylight with crimson sheets smelling of lavender and dis-ease.  My journey is servile and empty.  Tired, reborn; wet and confused, I enter this world again just how I left it.

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