Eros and Revolution revisited: Dreams never end.....

I will not die

I will live forever.......

Or so my dreams pretend:

the dreamer perishes

but dreams never end

but go around the bend

to be picked up by someone else

in a transparent blouse

or another house

where night has shed its darkness

to show our naked souls

and pour immortal desires

into infinite bowls.

I used to sleep in late;

get up at noon, procrastinate.

Thoreau once said

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