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Jun 2023
where do a good man’s dreams go?

they leech, from brain to fingertips,
they fall & rise slow to the toes, no,
not gravity, but the weightlessness
of good dreams, up and down,
lets them invade our extremities,
so the migration is a transformation,
from dream to possible, from ephemeral,
to hardened becoming, to a realized


dream retold, nay, foretold,
in deed,
indeed,  
always, better!
6/21/23
Left Foot Poet
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Left Foot Poet
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