Hey,
has my heart fallen asleep?
have the anthills of my dreams stopped building,
the waterfall of the mind frozen,
icicles turning empty,
with only a shadow inside?
no, it can't be.
my heart is not asleep.
it is awake--wide awake and wide open,
not asleep. not dreaming.
its eyes as open as a flower in full bloom,
watching the signals in the distance,
waiting
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