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April 21, 2017

Dream scrubbers.

Passing over

wide eyed insomniacs

and sleepwalkers.


Owls hunt out heat,

but the red eye fliers?

Blow in on their wings,

dredge our sleep

for something to eat.

Fill up their jugs

with our worries,

spit it out into the galaxy.

Blech! What happened to the roses?

We want something sweet!


Observing a single dragonfly

sway on its detour

through your busy life

is a three course meal

in the afterlife.



From → Bedtime stories

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