Michael J. Fox

How FAR

are

you?
 

How long?

Do you have to go?

Until you get back to center?
 

Where did the winds

TAKE you?
 

And when did you land?

How fast

were you going when

your heart

turned to sand?
 

Turned to sand. (that’s good)

Never mind

I don’t think

I think

I don’t

want

to know
 

I think

I think

we already know,

all of us

whether we’re waking

or dreaming

it’s all very familiar

and we know what’s happening
 

And now I wonder

if Freud dreamt in Dali

or how thoughts

influence

in – flu – ence…

 

 

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