At night the dreams often seem
by Tanner Brockwell

At night the dreams often seem
Like travels in-between
The possible and the real
There inside in deep
There is the sense of awe
That other worlds can be touched
The slanted pole of duplicity
All things neat yet disarranged
Walking past remembrances
A sultry summer day
Slides slowly in to evening
And stars are jewels of a kind
That crystallize so sublime
With slumbers I would find
That other place or time
Is here is now
And how are the impulses more real
Mor clear that they should out of midst
And inbetween
Bubble to the top
With a rush that oh so heady push
Burst like Rays across
The sunset rosy set for we
And we shall wait awhile
Until that fabulous frame should drift
Like unto an unworldly ship
In passages betwixt we felt
That audacity was near to find
Then rose the gossamer clad host
And soared to cross this sky

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