my dream

my dream

has always been the same attainable vision,

if only I had reached past the fear to take possession,

but I never did.

I played on the edges of my dream,

danced on the razor of the sweet, sticky slope

afraid to descend into the indescribable joy

until now, as I breathe life into my ephemeral self:

a glorious unfolding, a butterfly on the precipice,

a twenty-foot wingspan of gossamer imaginings...

until now, only observed from my shriveled, leathery cocoon

my dream

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