Eyes Open at Four AM
Not hours,
I live
in bubbles of dreams.
Bounding
the regions
of my life are the edges of the
spheres of dreams.
The day
is not different from
the night.
Sleep is brief
Its impact is slight.
Enjoy my poems and other creations. Slide shows with poetry and music are at: http://www.photoshow.net/schaefferphotos/favorites
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