We'll, still in Canada. Here is my latest poem. Dreams Awake I melt into my pillow like butter on bread having just read an article about food, as I said. I de-solidify, release my waking state On come dreams, or no dreams, I relate And what of the dreams, are they real or not? like butter on bread, melting, no clot. Awake in a dream, collasping the knot Untying reality, what's real, what's not? Two worlds, it seems, seperate but intwined Weaving a web, hallelueah, sun-shined My hopes, my dreams, fears, doubts Compressed beneath the weight, within, without Holding on to what we've got Holding on to what we've got So little time is it worth it or not? Again in a dream becoming less real The lines are blurred, I'm starting, I'm steal I'm rain,
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