Walking in a Dream
Through nights of dormant sleep
I walk, chasing lines around
tabletops and (in a dream)
waiting for the call of the sun
as it rises through the fog, lost
without the moon and falling
(in a dream) to San Francesco
where I rise from the earth
ready for my drunken jog
(in a dream) through burning light
lost like a lonelily petal
floating to my bed once more.
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