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A Supernatural Light

In a dream I saw a supernatural light,

and it was flooded with lovers and lovers

and, good God, I could not look away.

And in this dream,

in a span of five minutes at length,

we talked for several hours straight and

did not discuss Libya or leftists or the Middle Eastern plight.

Time cycled through waves of pink and blue,

stillness and a new ink of love.

It all seemed very true yet foreign,

unfamiliar to my callow tongue but still kind,

though I recall the dream only anecdotally.

I awoke beneath bedsheets with an

ache like a phantom limb,

but spoke aloud and chose to

delve into the deep, unchristened liberty of life

rather than fall back asleep.

 
 
 

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