The Meniscus Of A Dream

Looked up saw them twinkling

Slept , woke, heard the beaks ring

Seemed the stars turned to birds overnight

 

The sleep slog bog bubbles on top

In oxygen dreams that take flight 

In a dream you float up

From dmt flux

To arrive in the rite of daylight 

◄ Blue Sway

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