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Dec 2021
I.       Standing on the peak of a tsunami wave,
         all I can think is
         that I'm dreaming.

II.      I was three-legged,
          like a stool,
          sitting atop my dream.

III.     I fell from the sky into
          an ocean vortex
          which, dreaming, was simple.

IV.     I saw my love, who died last year.
          She and I are together as I dream.

V.      My dream paints a ****** mess,
          and the heaven I do not know.
          I cannot say what is more beautiful...

VI.     Sitting in a log cabin by the frozen lake,
          a bird flew in and sat on my knee.
          I asked him his name. "Dream," he said.

VII.    In the wheat field,
           I stand with all of my family.
           All family is all I have ever
           dreamed of.

VIII.   She told him his accent
           was dreamy.
           I have heard her with his accent
           in my dream.

IX.      I woke up refreshed,
           and my dream fluttered away
           with the flock
           of my neighbors'.

X.        When I realize I'm in a dream
            I'm horrified with pleasure,
            and corrupted by fantasy.

XI.       I was sitting on the beach,
            and I thought my hero was
            walking my way.
            I got up and ran to her,
            but she was my childhood friend...

XII.      I don't feel fear.
            I must be asleep...

XIII.     I lay next to the woman I love,
             holding her hand, sleeping.
             I awaken from my nap
             as she phones me from Italy.
This is an imitation poem in the style of "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird," by Wallace Stevens.
Chris Schleier Jr
Written by
Chris Schleier Jr  30/M/Charlotte, NC
(30/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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