In
my dream
this poem worked.
Each
line pushed
another meaning something
grave
like in
meant no way
out;
my dream,
no one here. . . .
Sunday, September 14, 2008
No Way, No How / No Why, No Who
Labels:
being and nothingness,
dreams,
Hay(na)ku,
morning blather,
poems
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