In Living Sleep
By Virgils Vigil
To be tired:
To be lost amidst a mind melting melt:
Adrift a drift with a draft;
I feel wind.
Wet.
Wet wet wind.
Wet wet wind whetting wheat:
A damp grain of a mind.
. . .
—spawns one thing, which is truly another,
Which is all, and by that we are (if I dare make the leap,)
Undeniably together
In living sleep.
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Copyright 2013 Virgils Vigil
Published on Wednesday, March 20, 2013.
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A former member wrote:
I can hardly keep my eyes open and this was more than appropriate for the moment. I feel like I'm asleep right now...
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On Wednesday, March 20, 2013, TheProphetUntold
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This does seem almost as dreams are. One thing, then the same and completely different. Drifting image and meaning without course. Cool piece.+tpu+