apocalypse dreams

June 06, 2020, 11:35AM

My dreams last night were so apocalyptic.

I don’t remember much except a giant smoke that came all the way from L.A. and then made its way to Utah.

The dream ended in me being homeless and living in the walls of a run-down business.

Papa was there, but he was much younger.

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for the soul that sits most often beneath
the owl’s howl
plucked from the dark sky
that looms over us all
illuminated by the moon’s bald glow

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