Say your dreams
are continually shaping
the waves of all bodies of water
that mimic the motion
and the note written on your hand
scratched in with faded ink
carries a lite burden with it
Forgettable, but still there
seeping deeper into your dry, cracking skin
the religion professor banters on
overlooking any others over
opinion, but his own
there's no time
only time lost
Your dreams give some truth and paranoia
masking the true identity
of your anxious awareness
let the feeling of autumn sink
into your dry, cracking skin
with the faerie tales and leaves changing
the colors leave it difficult
not to grasp new inspiration
-bw
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