This Is Must Ask Of You
do not try to be too near
my breath is warm and acrid and acidic
it is so dangerous just like
the mind of this wounded
man, whose dreams are
buried in his heart,
unfulfilled, untouched,
for many many years
in the silence of the desert
in the dryness of the sand
under the fury of the sun
please do not try to listen to the
sounds of dreams exploding!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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