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one more hour

Posted to Action Poetry

till its time to let the dreams seep into my pores letting me explore random thoughts as images or plays maybe where i have a hard time controlling what happens-like punching someone or not hitting the ground (ive never died...but maybe others have...who knows) i hope its a good dream and ill remember it for tomorrow is a new day filled with weather and civiliazation and other inevitable things that occur when the sun hits the surface of our tiny space-traveling sphere where there may or may not be some creature just like me sitting infront of a box that sends out imaginary signals through an internet of nets that trap other images so that i may watch and read and reply to them...wonderous wonders to ponder on and piddle away, i pray that the sun will never go away cuz its cold out there under the moonlight...