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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

A.J. Huffman


 

In the Absence of Dreams

I build pyramids out of words, stuff them
inside my pillow, hope the increased elevation
alleviates the pressure in my head. I feel dizzy,
light. Floating inside forced thought
breeds confusion. I am butterfly, burned
on moth's flame. Curiosity is my sin.
I repent with cosmic rosary, a string
of stars I wear as a necklace, a potential
noose.