Thursday, August 16, 2012

Everything is A-Ok

This is the land of the never was
some Salton sea that was dreamed
In the autumn that everything burned. 

Coral Castles to be my tomb
or hold me fast believe in their womb. 
where I scheme a kingdom and a queen

but in fact no ones been. 
Here is the hollow land
of men gathered together like sticks.

Perhaps strong in many,broken with bricks. 
I only just watch and wait.
Longing and burdened with hate.

Yours is dream you made real
Gossamer and delicate concrete steel
Actual fashioned hard work and wish

How does a dreamer ever compete?

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