Drink Dreams [a poem]

wandering thoughts scattered across

a decadent table of rotten apples, i lift a holy grail and

drink dreams, swirl and travel down into spiral tunnels in-

-to subconscious deconstructions of self, am i me, am i

you? am i conscious dirt or something else trapped

in flesh?

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