Dreams and Beasts

Weightless,

dreams,

like warm air,

rise

and hover overhead

until black winged beasts

chase them

into charcoal

skies-

where the only light

is the sickening yellow glare

of a setting sun.

If only this poor prey

were made

of heavier matter

then

perhaps

they could race the beast

back down

to the safe embrace

of their creator.

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