bad sad poem of the dreaming i woke up this morning dreaming of the animals animals left behind by refugees around the world around the wounded world some still tethered tethered pets and then thinking of everyone everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning of the morning of ruined houses and their friends their friends lying there in the broken streets in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning in the morning of the dreaming of the animals animals left behind by refugees around the world around the wounded world some still tethered tethered pets and then thinking of everyone everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning of the morning of ruined houses and their friends their friends lying there in the broken streets in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning in the morning of the dreaming of the animals animals left behind by refugees around the world around the wounded world some still tethered tethered pets and then thinking of everyone everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning of the morning of ruined houses and their friends their friends lying there in the broken streets in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning in the morning of the dreaming of the animals animals left behind by refugees around the world around the wounded world some still tethered tethered pets and then thinking of everyone everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning of the morning of ruined houses and their friends their friends lying there in the broken streets in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning in the morning of the dreaming of the animals animals left behind by refugees around the world around the wounded world some still tethered tethered pets and then thinking of everyone everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning of the morning of ruined houses and their friends their friends lying there in the broken streets in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning in the morning of the dreaming of the animals animals left behind by refugees around the world around the wounded world some still tethered tethered pets and then thinking of everyone everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning of the morning of ruined houses and their friends their friends lying there in the broken streets in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning in the morning of the dreaming of the animals animals left behind by refugees around the world around the wounded world some still tethered tethered pets and then thinking of everyone everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning of the morning of ruined houses and their friends their friends lying there in the broken streets in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning in the morning of the dreaming of the animals animals left behind by refugees around the world around the wounded world some still tethered tethered pets and then thinking of everyone everyone waking in the morning dream of their animals their animals wailing in the darkness of the morning of the morning of ruined houses and their friends their friends lying there in the broken streets in the broken streets of dreaming cities of dreams cities of dreams of waking just so in the morning in the morning of the dreaming of the animals o sad bad poem of the dreaming you circle around me interrupting my sleep waking me to the screams and tears of early morning of no end to the early morning no end to the sadness of the bad poem called in the morning of the dreaming of the animals culled in the dreams of animals _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
[NetBehaviour] bad sad poem of the dreaming
Alan Sondheim via NetBehaviour Sat, 14 May 2022 13:53:41 -0700
