I intend to love the air in my lungs —
as I wake.
Compelled to peer through coke bottle glasses of glitter.
I intend to be unseen.
A whispering ocean concealed beneath the piers of Santa Monica.
I have so much to say, so much to share
as I wake.
Here in my bed,
Frozen between planks of wood and placid sea.
I laugh in my sleep,
groan as I wake.
I fear the here the now
and encourage the dreams,
the sounds.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
I intend to love the air in my lungs —
as I wake.
Compelled to peer through coke bottle glasses of glitter.
I intend to be unseen.
A whispering ocean concealed beneath the piers of Santa Monica.
I have so much to say, so much to share
as I wake.
Here in my bed,
Frozen between planks of wood and placid sea.
I laugh in my sleep,
groan as I wake.
I fear the here the now
and encourage the dreams,
the sounds.
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