scrambled dreams
scattered schemes
ideas flashed on the mezzanine
the balcony's crowded with narrow scenes
colorful dreaming liquid sleep
poached eggs dreams
wet and fried
homage to the dreams that died
rules that flutter
into melted butter
dreams design
their own red line
fried dreams my dreams
your dreams ours
evening slips and then devours
sheets around us
lights dimmed black
shadowed visions
on our backs
your dream is my dream is our dream complete.
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