Catch Some Wide Eye

The Scribblings on the Wall, Jr.


Dreams are
the silent soliloquy of the soul
the transcendent turned
substantially solid
enough to be grasped
by human hands
aching for the compassion
as much as for the message.
as i sit here and spin
these stories upon
my subconscious loom,
what is the pattern
that begins to emerge
from within your eyes?
stop, stand still. look deeply.
then tell.

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