We are upon a transition today;
that is, if you want change, or time to dream
while waking; my bones are aching to say:
"Life's a dream and even dreams unseem":
The unseemly, uncanny seam between
the worth of touch or feel and of reply–
Well, that is where I had my deepest dream,
as I slept in that lake o'er which you fly:
I slept peacefully, like in a garden,
my pilgrimage to Lala, land of cats
that purr in unison; You, denizen
of this pristine verger, open your wings,
and I try to fly, but can only mope,
till I wake to brunch with dewey eyed hope.
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