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when i was young, i did something i should not have done.
in the hazy heavy threshold of an afternoon nap i didn't
enter my dreams of astrobattles but found another door
into someone else's dream. he was old blood from old wars
but still remembered the burning buildings & temples of gold
the tired willow trees and the love he used to hold.
he had built an empire while asleep: a city by the sea,
his flags flying in the heroin breeze and everyone caught
in an eternal overcast indian summer.
the boardwalks were quiet & the shore was too cold.
the colors were turning & no more legends were told.
i found him on a throne so brilliant & surrounded
by harmonica drone that he only had whispers for his world.
he said brother i know how soft the sheets & glow
but what gains to trap youth in the tombs of july
and never remember the shades of the sky?
i woke and ran to my father in the yard,
and i will not forget the crystal blue,
the ribbon-dancer clouds