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::: I tried to dream :::

I tried to dream today, and came up
With only a handful of rose petals.
Petals like nails tapped lightly into the flesh of my soul,
By a slightly unsure hand. My hand, naturally.
The maker of my own personal crucifix. Now that is a jest.

Or: Today it rained in part of the sky, and it could be seen
Where the storm ended, a vast bank of darkness clashing
Against daylight in roars of sapphire thunder. And I wanted
To find that line, where on one shoulder the rain fell and
On the other the sun warmed bare skin—Now, that is a dream.

Or: Perhaps it really did happen this way, today.
Perhaps the children with their rose petal fingers are right,
That the line between Order and Chaos (Ordos and Chader) cannot
Be straddled, and that all their acrobatic books gather too much dust
Beside my door. Maybe I do wear myself around my neck, needing
The glinting treasure between those pages…Now that is irony.

This could be, could be, love.
But all I want to know is the difference,
Between mica and gold,
And which one it is I can see in your eyes.

Written by: ~ TJ Lacoma