Eyes open,
I devour woven dreams
from nights past. Trick of
the light, the world of the
waken is reality.
Eyes closed, I
open my mind,
lives within lives in
woven dreams.
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Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Eyes open,
I devour woven dreams
from nights past. Trick of
the light, the world of the
waken is reality.
Eyes closed, I
open my mind,
lives within lives in
woven dreams.
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Thank you for reading!