WHEN THE LAST DREAM ENDS 6-6-17
When the last lost dream
has ended without end,
a paper cup pulled down
by a muddy whirlwind,
the day has started
before my sleep-numbed
feet have found
the night-numbed floor,
begun in chaos of the mind
with two simple queries
of the spirit:
Why something
instead of nothing?
Toast or oatmeal?
JRMcF
I tweet as yooper1721.
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