writhing in contortions, deep
oh how much i want to sleep
awakened by those inner screams
the things that haunt us
in our dreams
and how we manage to get away
shouting this is a dream
i will not stay
so from that nightmare
i self extricate
but afraid of a repeat,
to slumber, too late
Monday, February 7, 2011
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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