chased in a dream

we crawled creosote rafters,

the elements on our skin,

escaping the gravity,
that lurked beneath chins,

we slept with the pigeons,

and danced with the crows,

our medicine was smoked,
that rose from our toes.

our tongues were not cut,

fingers twirled on our hands,

slow motion burdened anger,
that floated in sands.

missing our supper,

our teeth sank in blood,

no moon meant more wars,
long before floods.

our vision stayed simple,

concrete knees didn’t bend,

we looked not for whispers,
in rumblings of wind.

our temptation had beckoned,

the father wasn’t sought,

the flavor for oxygen,
beyond torture we fought.

we followed the birds,

broken glass on our wing,

hunted by misfits,
what would this dream bring?

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