Dream

Poem By cheyenne mccartney

I am sleeping
With the door open
In the sea
The indescribable.
A beauty
Much wilder
Even than the words of then.
Across
A span
To the island of eyeless poets

And I see
The poems
The ones of a tomb
Written in my mind
By the hands
Of the suicide

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