December 4, 2007
I have had such reoccurring dreams
images of concubines and conquered kings.
Such ill-fitting things,
melodies borne of sutured heartstrings--
Beauty bottled in store-bought creams--
Exploding bombs and suppressed screams--
Fact and fiction masked behind gilded screens--
Oh God, my god!
This world of “seems”
Is fraying at the seams.
Such wicked, torrid, reoccurring dreams!

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