Monday, November 12, 2012

the most beautiful day, the sun set, i dreamt of murder

I was a carpenter
I was a gardener
I was a seamstress
I was a facilitator
I was a musician
I was a collectivist

we rode around our city
discovering corners I had never seen
the sun was setting
the rails caught my eye
i decided that I would be walking them
soon enough

that night
after dinner and conversation
the night was full with our voices shouting
as we played our instruments
golden light flooded the rooms

the garden was safe
my clothes were mended

as i finally fell asleep
I had the darkest dreams
of out of body experiences
watching shadows take control
of my actions
I was terrified.
I awoke to see my friend asleep
for the first time in weeks.




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