Sleep is Where We Venture
into the realm of an unconscious experience
where dreams are places that take us
through dervish wishes, whirling hopes and
creative feverish elixir
brewing fantasy and lusting envision
beings of no significant magnificence
an awakened spirit of time-less thought
spent of that which conjures the future
past and poetic unpredictable rhetoric
hear thee, the silent chatter of mind
fathoming the depths of where creative
fragrance elude their recipe of words
passion and conscious perturbation
Love sanctions warmth, in the chill
quill offering of this half awakening
evening of - literary, orgasmic passion
2.26.2008
4: 32 AM
poem by Louie Levy
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