Dogs dream in splotches
all my dreams are linear
I wish for them the color
of my dreams— but I want novellas
not epics.
I want my dreams to stay in one place
for a while— my mind is weary
of the night time journeys;
I long for one that cuddles up to me
not orders me to march in night madness
bayonet at my back across continents
for years on end... Just a little smudge will do—
till morning comes.
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