dreaming at dawn

ghost ships. distant waters. unknowable countries.

dreaming at dawn


a pale water.
     the dreams glide by
like large ornate ships. 
     their faceless passengers 
waving past each other,
     traveling to places i cannot.
even dream of. 
     by morning i will have only 
shipwreck.  
     after-taste of salt. 
after-dream, draining 
     through the dark sieve of day. 
a feeling 
     that if i swam some unknowable 
distance
     i might have woken up
as somebody else.  

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