
Heavily eyelids dragged half open,
Wishing this dream never gets over.
The debts of a fantasy used as a cover.
My time is up, I’m back to the oven.
concave side up growing upwards heaven,
cornered its shape again into a rainbow.
Slowly transform, the happiness drops low.
Wrongly mislead, society’s not thriven.
Futile to keep, round and around.
overflowed dopamine whipped me with a headache
My feet getting heavier thousand of pounds
Bloody weather has been unfair.
Ace, at hopping on a cloud to surf.
The Pace is slow, I’m stuck over turf.
Still dreams rest in the air.
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Angel Carrasquillo
poet and photographer
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