Diary of a Self-Consious Dream
A monologue by the personified dream
A monologue by the personified dream
Note to self
The slopes that rise and fall With our breath between them Are a sihloutte of green hips On the horizon: Suspended across the skies In an effortless sprawl, They are wild thighs To the wondering mind As a pen is to paper The incarnation of daydreams.