Dream

Dream

Warbling words like a
brook of water,
the absurdity of the steep ascent
of the climb,
necks careening to gauge
the depth of the canyon,
feet planted
with perilous intent,
a rock slips by
from beneath the feet
lands with an
echoless thud at the bottom.
“Where is my anchor?”
the heart cries out,
to keep from sinking.

If only
you had kept me
from awakening.

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