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now no sleep in this midnight maze
of dreams and tears and muffled haze
that draws us down in shrouds of gray
to screaming teeth – we want to pray
and slip the dust that we must grasp
with hands spread wide we try to clasp
the thin blue air a sail on high
a god that breathes a lullaby

(Words and images Copyright 2014©by Michael Kallstrom)

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