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dreams in a darker world (mind)

By Arthur Karbowski

mine? maybe.
sleeping flashbacks? maybe.

downtown is carpeted with pine needles that a
     conglomerated sibling and i alchemize: mexican
     gold.

let us not forget:
a grey moonish valley lies before me littered with
     boulders. i must cut them to sand with dental
     floss to reach an unreasonable salvation.
     i awake refreshingly burning: my all time
     fever dream.

i dream of teeners:
actually feeling the line burn down.
the acid kicks in as my dead friend and I wander
     through a mazing complex built from parts of
     the past.

dream on a desperately lonely promontory?
in the Blue Sky,
in the beginning,
told to speak the nonexistent words of mankind.