i dream of poems
without verses

almost sleeping
almost awake

i occupy the
ubiquitous places

ebbing into
the vortex of time

with no clocks
ticking

tracking absent
footprints

on opiated loam
of flowing ether

telling eyes
breathing
vapors of me

embracing all
that was

with no
knowledge
of good or bad

the spirit of
judgement
sleeps

as
i dream of
poems
with
no verses
no words
just poems



Music Selection:
Pink Floyd, Breathe

jbm
Oakland
6/4/12