currentA Poem by Erin Sky
I have never seen a river that runs like the river in my dream. it contains all things is muddy rainbow coloured sand sprinkled across the mouth. To slay a unicorn lay him on a wooden bier carry him through the woods and by my river. Becomes the river, in the moon liquefied fluid travelling light swoops in big S curves across the mountains strokes the Jabberwock’s lifeless toes feeds green grass, tamarind trees where it grows. Runs from river into river into dream.
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