The Belly Student

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I start to like my dreams.
They get bigger and solidify
in paint and visions,
stretch around things not as
boring and regular as flesh.
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I spent the day looking at bodies,
flesh stretched over bone and muscle,
hands grasping things and moving
far from imagination.
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I couldn't believe my eyes.
I forgot everything outside what
I imagined.  I looked in awe and horror
at how they willed and how they laughed.