Recurrent dreams:
of white nights,
the sleepless,
foreign sight,
the foreboding
sunlight
at midnight
elevators
going up,
and up,
and up,
renegade,
runaway
galaxies full
of shooting stars
of golden planets
of crystal comets
the endless sense
of wonder
and fear
all at once--
Here we go again.
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
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