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Jan 2021
asleep now sound
in the subterranean
crevices of all color and liquid schemes
as I slide rapidly, deeply toward the core

waterslide into the ether
opening to landscapes of stars
and closing again under walls of moving light
moving against and with me

alas I crash into a universe of blue
drown awake in the endless sea
blue beauty overtakes me
I could dream forever here

before I drift into eternity
this oasis
this Heaven imagined
I am plucked from the blue depths
dropped upon a spot of green
under a tree I awaken
with half the backyard yet to mow
Thomas P Owens Sr
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Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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