Ghosts Of The Great Heart

I woke up
to a sexual dream
about a middle-aged woman from my
naturally I spent the morning
reading about Emily Dickinson
until the birds
began to chirp
and sunlight came
to my room like
water’s farthest journey
upon the universe of beach

I laid on the other side of breathing

crested in sand and spent of light air

then I remembered you were dead

I gave up these breaths

to enter the regular day

the one without the ghosts of

the great


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