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it's two am
slept
maybe an hour

two uninterrupted dreamers
laying undisturbed

enter the muse
tangoing into the mind's eye
quickening the pace


flowing coffee
freshly brewed as scant offering
she summons me

wounds still fresh in the blistering sun
yet to scar over
still puss and scab


sorrows embrace of sadness grips me
still the door creaks, opened by her


drawing from the joint
gently she guides me
my smoke shadow, mere illusion


this portal though
blackened shadowy beings scream and claw
even barely ajar , fresh as quick mint


for now though
seal that for a hundred R E M cycles