My brain slides metaphorically to the right
I brush stardust from knee high boots
The residue of prophesied macrocosms
I am the Sandman’s illegitimate daughter
I dream defiantly even upon waking
The sun cannot outshine my imagination
I navigate exclusively by latitude
North or South. High or Low
I am only horizontal when lying down
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I want to make doors to other dimensions
I want to be completely improbable
Like a magician without the spectacle
Drama is better when tectonic
In regards to life I find gratitude
More accordant with enlightenment
I conspire with madness to heighten potential.
I want to scribble without ingratiating margins
In protest of a fascist rhetoric
I want to “do” and not “dither”
To look smiling into the mirror and say
Hello friend, well met
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