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Oct 2013
What is she dreaming of?
How calm is she,
Forever
At peace.
A Newborn
Awakes in the dark.
Fall into flames.
A spark.
From shadows to sleep,
To wonder to ponder
A maze in the sand.

It is coming along the shore;

Stop being
So serious.

Stop being
So closed.

Stop being
So stop

To the wonder in a field with red dresses.
A part of me and none of you
From a void.
A hole in the fence.
A whole in the
Fence.
Daughters tied in hoses
Forget the masticated
Noses
An inch above the lip
In a land so close.
Honest.
Rich.
Sleep
If you love me,
There's nothing else I need.

Ça va?
Ça va?
How clean.
Ça va?
Ça va?
How clean everything is.
Michael DePasquale
Written by
Michael DePasquale  New York
(New York)   
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