The devil was not naked
in my dream;
not bare chested
nor open-winged.
He was wealthy,
by the looks
of his house
and by his teeth.
And he found me,
with lifeless eyes,
sleeping underwater
before I found myself.
He brought me back
into his home,
and told me I was wrong.
Shouting
Fighting
Close to dying.
And soon, I lost my way.
The devil won
with stupid tricks.
And I had lost my way.
But that was in my dreams.
Out here, he has his wings.
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Been a while since i have seen a post from you, this is a very thoughtful idea; the dream that bears a glimpse reality; the reality more like an omen...this has some depth, and very good imagery...PK
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