Flat Shadows

i birthed one of my famous dreams last night and invited the whole town. every inconsiderate thought came and the flat shadows of my dearest fears. the Child with no face on the sidewalk outlines in broad strokes Despair. a piece of dove of peace smothered in regrets on a wooden table served on a terrace of blinding terror. only the smallest of facts carry the greatest stories of which this one is condemned to 3 o'clock each mourning. before heaven awakens. before sizzling strains of gravity prove awakened minds are too heavy. as the rest of the town hides everywhere that sanity has escaped i press hard into my eyes by thumbs to forget. manifested dreams is a sidecar of my mental vehicle. again at sunrise to find that one last star yet devoured by daylight. a wish upon that remaining survivor -- allow this to be me! :: 09-10-2018 ::