goodnight and sweet dreams

breathlessly altering perception
like the unequivocal vision of
what creation was meant to be.
frozen tundra and still frames
transfigured by sandstones of time
halting in clandestine paradigms
thoughts that never commensurate words
always drifting drifting drifting
goodnight and sweet dreams
on my pillow of infinity
thrust and apathy perpetuate
the sandman's mythic vertigo
letting ink caress my felt tipped
imagination as fade leads
diminish to absolute zero
Carl Brown

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