Lifetimes Within Powernaps
A poem on the various dreams that came to me in-between writing sessions.
First fancy that I welcomed was of buttermilk frosting clouds, graham cracker columns that venerated Hermes, his biceps needled out of cookie dough and with wings of kaleidoscopic solace, a bulwark for two. Second realm that flashed itself to me was a planet dotted in sterile sapphire flora, all sanitized down by a wi…
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