Awash In The Wake Of A Dream

Touchstones lashed to the prow of time
Ghosts of a love, ghosts of a chance
Amorphous shapes whose boundaries define
Potentialities radiant from death
Like steamboat sickle spokes

W
ith madly whirring blades
Reaping life from what might be
Cast up on this quantum sea
Awash in the wake of a dream
When the dead stay dead, but walk again
Talk again, though buried


Awash In The Wake Of A Dream

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